Dopey Poem (if it even is a poem)

I’m so dopey this morning

I could…

no, I can’t even think of a thing

to do, or not to do,

Then there is the question –

which I can’t answer –

and do not know how to ask.

Tired, yawning, stuck in neutral

(never mind ‘second gear’)

and, seemingly, more tired after sleep

(or lack of decent sleep)

than I was before I went to bed.

Oh, well, give it 10 minutes,

I’m sure it will be fine.

Plus, there is coffee in the offing.


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