I don’t want to wake up.

My mind’s a sleepy haze. 

Reach for my glasses ‘cause

I have unfocused gaze.

 
Dragging to the bathroom,

Hair to comb, teeth to brush. 

I want to be dreaming. 

Instead, I have to flush. 

I drop my fluffy robe, 

Put spectacles aside.

Step into the shower.

Cold water pelts my hide.

Do I have hairy legs?

My eyes blur, I can’t tell.

The pink razor nicks me,

Blood trickles, stings like hell.

Bottles cover the shelf.

Shampoo’s the first to use. 

Can’t see a darn fool thing.

I must carefully choose. 

I try to wash my hair….

Got conditioner not soap!

I can’t read the small print.

Gee, I feel like a dope.

 
Soap pours on my loofa, 

It runs out way too quick. 

At this rate I’ll waste it. 

Ugh, its stink makes me sick. 

I’d grabbed the tub cleanser,

It was a bad mistake.

I reach for a bottle 

That has a different shape 

Now I sniff the bottles. 

Open them one by one. 

Smell skin scrub, and Windex, 

Then doggie wash, I’m done! 

Dripping wet, I climb out 

I itch, my skin is red. 

If I keep showering 

I just might end up dead.