Bashing My Pet Drawback

It's a shame in the morn, to brazenly scorn,
our efforts hard-won to apply.
Tasks won't disappear,
through hate or through fear,
and I'll rue the lame alibi

Though the music may charm;
a few winks will not harm,
bold headlines composed to inform,
Though it may be said,
" It's better in bed,
and with zero degrees, to keep warm.":

So the market reports and amusing retorts,
may accompany my last few snores,
and the rat-a-tat-tat,
sports news too fast for chat,
and reports from far away shores.

Oh, those mornings, rest I want,
but when conscience can haunt,
is laziness the dark force,
that ends up in remorse,
The weight I escaped now has dawned.

So to my back I turn,
let the furnace just burn,
bring up the heat
for my cold, tired feet,
and my indolent habits I'll spurn.

In the familiar tempting abode,
escape activity, what a load;
a dark vision loom,
if I stay in this room,
and my path still a shadowy road.

On the path that's dark still and confusing,
one eighty degrees from the sun,
if all my motivation then using,
it's a wonder what I could have done.