Free Cee All You Lousy Little Poets Coming Around Trying To Sound Likie Charlie Manson

OF COURSE I KNOW THE SOURCE The most difficult part of the day is the dawning I sail through the rest of the day with ease When the nighttime arrives I fear the morning And pray that four hours flies by like a breeze The kind of breeze that wipes the sweat from your brow Not a gusty wind that musses one’s hair An easy and breezy blow that only the afternoon can endow But from four A.M. until eight life seems unfair First it’s the radio, then music and the TV. I’m up three hours before the sun takes its bow But in those early hours it’s not easy to be me And repeatedly I ask what I’ll do now I hear people sing of peace and the sunshine’s grace They tell me about the happiness for me so long ago faded Then I look in the mirror to see a grizzly face And I need a shave but my mood is too degraded Shave, s*it, I’m lucky if I can get out of bed Many people sail through the morning on an open course While I suffer the crazy thoughts inhabiting my head And if the day deals me delirium its morning is the source © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~