Dear Un-Day Light Savings Time,
You mess me up.
I awake and get ready for Sunday meetings,
ONE HOUR EARLIER than I should.
Then at night,
you make five o'clock look like like eight.
I want to eat all the time.
I want to be warm in my bed all the time.
You make me feel guilty all the time.
Guilty for not taking advantage of Sunshine
while it was hanging out in my backyard.
Apparently, I saved no sunlight,
in the past six months.
I have nothing but the
Oh and my first vegan Thanksgiving.