Daylight Savings Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

Daylight Savings

Friday,8 am alarm
47 hours later

sunday,8 am still awake
weekend activites in which i partake

roll with the punches
on with the beats

live life: non stop
this the world and i'm on top

losing ounces
of vulnerabilty

neither predator or prey
stangers around me but oddly okay

fun times four
equals insomnia

the mouse locked up in her tower
wondering what happened to that missing hour?

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