The Snooze Abuse Poem by Rose Kanana

It feels nice
When you make a cup of milk honey and choco
Before you retire
It feels even better
When you set the alarm
And it indicates eight hours thirty minutes
It is morning
Eight hours later
And you still want to keep snoozing the alarm
After every five minutes
Your body just refuses
But your in-tray may pile up
If you just write that sms
'feeling unwell today boss'
Is laziness synonymous to unwell in the morning?
We all identify with this feeling
Once in a lifetime and we keep wondering
Why we are employed YET
We can write books, short stories and poems....
Oh! I better stop snoozing! ! !