phlegm obstructs the air passage,
you know it’s morning.
the sun strains your eyes
like the additives burn your throat.
quit smoking
or be happy, not really.

the closest to that word you’ll get
is page three-hundred eighteen
in the dictionary.

your toenails are grown out,
and the elastic threads in your socks
are catching on them again.
how disgusting.

why bother getting up?