Beneath city streets I slumber, in my basement apartment, as
I have done since before the time of dawn.
Dreaming mad dreams of limitless, unchecked power, I await
that moment when the time is right, when the portents are properly aligned, and
when my alarm goes off, at which point shall I arise and unleash myself upon
this helpless, unsuspecting world.
And when I do awaken, truly all will cower before me,
unified in horror at the spectacle so cruelly thrust before their disbelieving
eyes.
Because I do not wake up in a good mood.
And I demand my coffee…
*chuckle* So fun!
ReplyDeleteHaha! I, too, am not a morning person.
ReplyDeleteLOL Funny. Let the coffee be served . . .
ReplyDeleteWhat rough beast slouches towards the nearest Tim Horton's?
ReplyDeleteNice one!