A lot of proper preparation
Is done approximately half
A day before.
Stand up
Before your sleepy eyes drift...back to your oasis
Of pillows and sheets;
Stand up,
Run through your future twenty-four hours
And recall step
By step what you need
And once everything is packed, in a
Conspicuous place, then you may...drift
Back to your...room, back to your....bed.
This is the least important,
But important none the less:
Head to bed with an olive branch wrapped about your head,
Tomorrow you can fight the swarm.
And once the drums of your radio
Summon you to war,
Leap from your bed, dash
To the shower, clean your weapons:
Your hands, your feet, your MIND!
Get dressed, after all,
The parking lot won't accept
You naked.
Haul your goods to the car, after
A quick breakfast.
Drive the speed limit,
Drive assertively, as if your
Chariot's second wheel
Threatened to fall
Off.
Arrive at your favorite lot
Earnestly seeking that prized space like
A pilgrim seeks the sacred gate.
Park gracefully, between two white walls
That will guard your chariot but
Park efficiently;
After all, you didn't come all this way
Just for a parking space.
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