Ah Morning.

If you can't follow this I probably hate you. Oh yeah; there is a naughty word. Sorry. It wanted out.

Ah Morning.

 

Foul mouthed, jackass of a morning.

Ripped the curtain down.

 

Born angry, this creature, bereft of warning.

Must be my turn again.

No recollection of any dreams.

 

Always a sign of calamity.

Who can tell me what it means?

This far too early battlefield.

 

In classic tactic I shroud my eyes.

The filament armor of childhood.

Such a weak defense comes as no suprise,

 

To such a menace of a morning.

Seen it all before, never a battle lost.

 

Dare to dodge artillery with my pillow.

Aside, in mockery, the shield is tossed.

 

This morning will be heard, attend.

Fine, sure, f**k it, why not?

 

Be that way if you so insist.

You beligerant child, withered sot.

 

My day already reeks of you.

So with gimlet stare I digress.

 

Have your way.

Be that sort of day.

 

I must confess I'm hardly impressed.

I've met worse.

Go ahead and have your say.