TheMorningShow
Spencer Skeete
Open your eyes
Turn on your lamp
Frigid bare
Yet a duvet of darkness still envelopes the sky
That sinking feeling in your chest
Pulls you out of your phlegmatic state
It's these wretched days of toil that you hate
Fell asleep in the drive-thru of the Tim's
Sometimes you feel like a phantom limb
Half-acknowledged but not really there at all
Incendiary statements by peripheral celebrity figures on the 6am news
We've come to cure you of your resurrection blues
We've come to you to entertain you
We've come to you to make you laugh
It is our hope we make you
crack a smile
Before you crack your head
It is our dearest hope we make you smile
Before you're dead