I glance at the clock when I wake in the morning,
An hour and a half before I must go.
I shower and I dress and I fix me some breakfast,
Turn on the computer; it boots up real slow.
I think I have time to check a few messages,
Then a few minutes for writer.com.
I’ll still have a moment to review a newbie
And get out in time to disarm the bomb:
The timeclock, it ticks, and takes no excuses.
I must be in place by a minute till eight.
Oops, back to the house for my cell phone and notebook,
And now oh look! oh no! I’m gonna be late.
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