Deadly Normal

Well, he hopped out of bed,

"bad dream, hurt the head"

sat there with his bread,

and milk on his spoon.

Said "bye, off to work"

Said "clock'll never shirk"

Said "boss on the lurk"

and stuff on the desk.

Busy day, busy day,

No lunch, i'm so tired way,

All so tired, so to say,

and well... he's just tired.

Felt so cold out of bed,

Some ache, hurt the head,

"Just normal" when he said,

and stopped... he's gone. dead.


P.S. To answer doubts: I'm feeling extraordinary! I hope you don't interpolate from poems to poets like I do.