Stormy Weather

There’s a storm exploding in my coffee
And I can’t seem to see past my nose.
Things are never what they seem
Even when you add the cream
And the ravens that I spy are only crows.
I wake up in the night
to the disturbance of the light
That is gleaming from the right side of my head.
I am floating on a cloud
Above a more than rowdy crowd
Someone tell me if it’s something that I said.

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I may have a little too much saki
Or maybe it was the seventh jug of beer
The music’s far to loud
I’m sure that Mary’s far from proud
So please disconnect the speakers from my ear.
It was a fun night I must say
That now refuses to go away
Though it’s a Monday and I clearly have to work.
I wish I could erase
All those notes from Purple Haze
Before my boss gets in and thinks I’ve gone berserk.

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Stormy weather,
Stormy weather
When my head aches I find it hard to comprehend
That for five straight days I’ll work
As an exploratory clerk
So that I can ride the storm again come next weekend.

© 2011 Steve Taite. All rights reserved.
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