Some days I wake up
And feel like a boy
Pretending to be a man
Other days I wake up
Caffeinated and celebrated
Ready for a ten year shave
Some days I wake up
And feel like I am in the middle
Of Rorke’s drift
Other days I wake up
And feel like John Updike’s
Elusive umbrella man
Some days I wake up
With a bit of basorexia
But bite my tongue
Other days I wake up
As the opposite of viable
Because of a chosen weapon.
Some days I wake up
With a pen
Ready to go