My managers called
Time to wake up
4:30am
You're late for a cup
That coffee they love
When fitfully foddered
Unpleasant communication
Out of bed toddered
Cruel masters each one
The brain but an intern
Unpaid to be sure
With all the worst tasks
Bring us water
No wait, now bread
Oh the bread is bad
Maybe a bit of the buch
These fickle micro
Organisms most foul
Can't be quit or got rid of
But sometimes I want to throw in the towel
Anti-biotics they hate
But consequences so do I
So uneasy truce we might find
Détente sleep we rely
Roman Ryan 