The morning comes.
Good morning, sleeping brat.
Your morning face is made of clay.
You have to start your day.
You have to say, “I’m okay”.
The morning sucks.
Up your arse and to the bath.
Brush your teeth, brush your brain.
You have to start your day again.
You have to carry everywhere your chain.
Make sure it doesn’t clink.
Make sure you don’t get drowned in the sink.
(октябрь 2007)
The Morning
© Copyright: Мария-Элоиза, 2008
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