Three freaking fifteen AM, we meet again
Would you mind enlightening me as to why?

You know I always greet you with great disdain
With quite heavy twitching of my right brained eye
Followed by real wrathful words — the most profane
We both know tired me is so far from shy

The sun is far away staying in its lane
It's likely soaring 'round up high in the sky
Tailing a magpie or chasing a jet plane
Yet I'm...