One day, I shall travel
to the centre of the Earth
and find the man
whose stationary bike
turns the world.
Bleary eyed,
I shall utter only
“6:30 a.m.”
And then I shall hit him
so hard
That all the clocks will be stuck
at 3:17 in the afternoon
for a week and a half.
Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – Turn
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The thing is, when was the last time you were actually awake at 6:30 am, and it wasn’t due to having stayed up all night partying hartying?
Not saying I wouldn’t like to see the asshole punched of coursed.
When I was tutoring I had to get up pretty damn early. Anyway, he deserves it for the suffering he inflicts on everyone, not just me. Because I’m altruistic like that.