The first thing I wake up to is a sleepy brain,
It soon enters the land of a never-ending technological train.
Every second I check for his messages,
Waiting like an addict for my daily dose of oxytocin rushes.
Then comes the call of my parents,
All the old mischief my brain then repents.
Oh! Wait it was just a call to check up on me,
Why did I remember the vase I broke when I was three?
Then rings the alarm you are late for class it shouts,
I stumble and stalk awkwardly on the stairs.
I enter the class and see it’s empty,
I realize it’s Saturday.
I didn’t need to personify Humpty Dumpty,
And his apparent love for gravity.
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