graverising

Once  
each day
I get up from 
my early grave 
to misbehave.

It's really just 
behavior, see?
No miss! That's
normal for ol' me. 

I wake up late 
and dig me up 
from underneath 

I break the ground
with groping hand 
for coffee cup 

I groan and shamble 
 towards the town 

and stand in line,
and meet your living gaze 
with mine.

You ask, and

in sepulchral tone: "Triple
almond cappuccino please"
I deeply
sweetly
moan