Good Morning
as i wake in the morn
is the day,full of scorn
if i open my eyes to see
it might be a day i don't want it to be
and as i walk through the door
another row i can't take it no more
so maybe i'll walk back out
and then i can't hear you shout
a day so full of buts and ifs
so full of silly mundane tiffs
what do you get out of this
a split tongue and an acid kiss.
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