saturday blues....

my poor alarm clock...

it rings, rings and rings everyday.. it never gives up, never frets, never complains and never gives me that look and says: why don't you ever listen to me? what have i done wrong to you?

and i just ignore it. i continue to do so everyday. and the mother-fucker has no reslf-respect.. none at all.. not an ounce (dunno.. maybe an ounce is a lot of weight)..

i dont want to be so judgemental first thing in the morning.. but if i was an alarm clock and i waste my energy screaming everyday, until my voice becomes shrill and still no one appreciates the goodness in my heart and my self-sacrifice or even ends my suffering by switching me off, i would do something about it.

well bitch.. then do something.. for i am used to chaos.. anarchy and a disorganised existance..i am the proud product of wonderland: do you really think that i look forward to waking up in the morning? do you really believe that i welcome everyday with a fucking smile?

think again you bastard. you clone. there are so many of you and only one of me. you have no individuality. you are a mere object. i am your master and you do what i tell you to do.. and if i say you shall ring until your batteries die, then so be it. you need to remember that my wish is yiur command.. so you know what.. i will just drown you in the shower.. come on you stubborn son of a gun!