Deliberately sleeping late’s
A guilty thrill: As Fate awaits
Your condescension, you lie snug
And comfy in your hammock’s hug
Imperiously waving off
Your schedule’s deferential cough.
Oversleeping by mistake
Is quite a different slice of cake:
Instead of waiting, Fate storms in
And rips the covers from your chin
Berating you for laziness
And just like that, your day’s a mess.
Unplug your clocks! A pox on Fate!
Choose sleep: That extra hour’s great!
(It boosts the unemployment rate.)
Yes, yes, yes, the snug pleasure and the panicked instant alert. Is there something in between?