what is wrong
with this fucking alarm clock
that doesn't go off
just on the day
when my boss is already pissed at me
for being late yesterday
so that i have to
rush out
of the house with
no shower and no breakfast
hair in braids
and cute new sunglasses
geek girl chic
it kind of makes up
for my frustration
when i'm racing into work
on the highway
compelled to speeding
by guilt
sunshine deflecting from my
geek girl eyes
birds are probably singing
but i can't hear them over
Daft Punk cranking
beats bouncing
and i know
i'm not supposed to be
in this good a mood
when i show up
i'm supposed to creep in
tail between my legs
but who am i to
stop the sun from shining?
i'm late
but i'm in
one of 'those' cars.
Red , turbo, loud!