deontology

something about the way the light comes in
disturbs my thought and irritates my brain
ideas arise then swirl about and spin
it seems to be a storm though without rain
i'm tired and sad the day seems like a waste
i've no good thoughts my mind is just a void
yet i'm still prodded by a need for greater haste
which makes me move though totally annoyed
the music does not cheer in fact it irritates
the bombast almost makes my head explode
it moves and swells and then reiterates
but seems somewhat insufficient as a goad
i'll get to work i'll get the damned things done
before the limb of earth covers the sun