A Constant Battle

At the crack of every dawn, a tell tale fusillade of beeps emerges

Rousing the warrior within me

I jolt up and assume a stance that's second nature

My palm reaches upwards and slams down mercilessly

It clumsily flops about until it finally delivers a blow

To the one I detest the most

They're battered, beaten and used

An ancient alarm clock

Living in spite of always being thrown

Rapidly across my room

It's my immortal enemy

And I can guarantee

It's not going down anytime soon

This I confess quite unfortunately