Damn you, alarm clock, that was smart of you
to sneakily work your way into my dreams,
disguise yourself as other noises,
so I don't wake up.
Though I don't know why the President droned
in monotone, underwater in a leg museum,
his words lost in the bubbles...
I do know that he could not possibly be there
as a figment of my imagination,
brought about by a loud mechanical bastard
trying to wake me up.