From the minute I wake there's a buzzard pecking at my cranium.
He's relentless and ruthless think he's trying to mine for Uranium.
I take some pills to help with the chills
His massive wingspan
He needs no wingman
Once he's finished drilling for his minerals he'll take me away, feed me to his younglings like I'm a bowl of profiteroles.
Get me some caffeine to go speed up the process of this medicine.
Then when the pain in my head has finally fled
I'll get myself tucked away back up into my bed.
When I wake in the morning, he comes again without any warning.
Pecking away, at my head for the day.
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