awoken

awoken

A Poem by anais.vionet
"

I dread fire-drill like last minute wake-ups

"
Arrghhh!
Damn phone alarm.

I gulp haste.
I open my school app - like an eyelid.
Invade my sanctuary, virtual tyranny.
Where's my focus?!
*looking around for my coffee cup*
I feel like a bobble-head.

© 2021 anais.vionet


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anais.vionet
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What can't that bloody phone not do. Send you to sleep, wake you up. Tell you, you're dumped, tell you, you're redumped. It can't make a cup of coffee, she'll be back.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

anais.vionet

3 Years Ago

*gasp* yeah!!! Let’s make a coffee-making iPhone!
Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

I'll patent that.

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Added on January 12, 2021
Last Updated on January 12, 2021
Tags: morning, rush, school, teen

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