Transformation

I see you with sleep leaden eyes
As you stagger from your pit.
I wish some mornings I could recoil
as your image comes into view.
"Go back to bed" I want to shout,
"Begone oh demon of hell!"
Expecting me to transform you to that person
we know so well.
Some mornings it's nigh on impossible.
So, wash your face, scrub up, and clean your teeth and devil breath
Then, only then I will do my best to be kind.
But for God's sake SMILE.