A Poem for the Bed Haired

I.

Newspaper paper crinkles
And dad’s in his robe,
He doesn’t read your Sports
You don’t read the rest.

II.

Sleep is important,
It was just confirmed,
But the professor isn’t buying,
“College isn’t for sleep or dining.”

III.

The city has spots 
For early morning risers,
Coffee shops you’ll dwell
Living the caffeinated hell.

IV.

Peace lands daily near the door
And on Sunday a little more,
In your robe you’ll pass the Sports
Instead opting for news about the war.