Unconscious Most Of The Time ….. [short; Personal; Humor; Living Life In A Haze]

I think you’d agree you’re unconscious when asleep,
not aware of your surroundings, not uttering a peep ……
except perhaps an unconscious dream-caused cry,
or a little squeak from your little rear end. Oh my!

That would be YOU, my PoemHunter friends.
But with me, at daybreak, my unconsciousness rarely ends.
Most of the time, though I’m “awake”, I blunder through life.
Exceptions were one mortgage signing, and marrying of one wife.

After all, most jobs I’ve had have been so boring …..
that I could complete them ‘well enough’ ……while I was snoring.
And (with enough practice) eating and washing became routine;
routine enough to do while unconscious and STILL be fat and clean.

Why, even while writing this poem, my two eyes are closed.
To what’s around me, my mind is not at all exposed.
‘Automatic-writing’ ……some doctors SAY ….I’m doing now.
Whatever! ! Through life (unconsciously) I relentlessly plow.

(September 27, 2015)