The Foolish Start

I rise in the early morning, yet the sun is at its peak
I rush to my throne room, I stumble myself in sleep
I dress with eyes half open, I dress as Barbie's creep
To meet my expectations, I fall in second sleep

I ride unto the salt mines, I ride into a cop
I pay him 50 mullahs and smoke a quickie in the shop
I reach, A royal entry, the eyes are turning, not in awe
The boss is glaring steeply, I use the cop, a fable flaw
Catching up with mining, the sleep spreads wings to fly
Now begins the howls of hunger, I suck my fat cell dry

Tis goes on with no relief, the start of every day
Tis the plight of a foolish fool, who forgets the plight by ending day
I swore that never, a thousand time, this predicament to face
But with roommates such as mine, it's Rise of Nation night till day