Late for work, a poem

I am not a morning person. I do not function well BC (before coffee). Those are the facts.

Late for work, again
Chewing gum is stuck to my shoe
Unwanted goo!
"Please not today",
I feel dismay.

It could be worse, I suppose:
Ladder in hoes;
Lipstick gone rogue
(Never in vogue).

It's just today is enough!
Mornings are rough:
Like shoes sticking
And hems ripping.