The obscenities I spew out of my mouth when the clock radio alarm goes off,
The clumsiness that comes with getting out of bed,
The number of times I bang my knee on the bedpost,
This is the awkwardness of me.
The number of times I walk into the wall on the way to the kitchen,
The number of egg shells in my egg mixture,
The number of times I spill my coffee,
This is the awkwardness of me.
The number of times I slip on my way out the shower,
The number of times I put my clothes on backwards,
The number of times I have cursed my hair,
This is the awkwardness of me.
The clumsiness that comes with getting out of bed,
The number of times I bang my knee on the bedpost,
This is the awkwardness of me.
The number of times I walk into the wall on the way to the kitchen,
The number of egg shells in my egg mixture,
The number of times I spill my coffee,
This is the awkwardness of me.
The number of times I slip on my way out the shower,
The number of times I put my clothes on backwards,
The number of times I have cursed my hair,
This is the awkwardness of me.
(c) 2013 Shauna Silva
(photo courtesy of: http://dargot.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/clumsy3.jpg)
