He pulled himself up out of bed.
A fog still settled in his head.
He splashed water into his face.
He used soap to help him erase.
His hand reached for his old toothbrush.
The toothpaste still looked quite crushed.
Still, he managed to fix his smile.
It would look good for a great while.
Soon he threw water in his hair.
He slicked it back quite debonair.
Deodorant to fix his scent.
Soon off to work to pay his rent.
He grabbed his baise shorts and red shirt.
He thought he made a handsome flirt.
Off he went to begin the day.
Every day starts the same old way.
