Anti-semite Warhead

Some days it isn't worth
Smiling at yourself
As you emerge from sullen sleep
With those promises to keep
"I'm sure I'll craft myself
Into a fitter better person."

Laughing at yourself
Over a bowl of kornflakes
You find the sun strangely reminiscent
Of a nuclear warhead
To put the brakes on
Spooning in another mouthful.

But I'll dance into
The misty streets
And play upon gravel-paths
I think it could be worth the laughs
Or maybe I'm content to dream
Where my head is so comfy.

I don't want to get up today
I just want to go back to sleep
I don't think I could do it anyway.
And promises will keep
Till a more promising day.