It is 8:15 am

It
is that time, get lost.
The clock is off and off and off.

Bog
off. I slap the noise, retreat.
Hand in sleep, topples the cup.

F**k
off F**k off F**k off.
At least I think I'm up.

The
milk is off, F**k off.
Trip the cat, time to off.

On
clothes from day before.
On scraps of days gone by.
One day my hair will live -
A man with self once more.

Let's
start. Say:
Bye.