In the morning
when I wake up
I don't want to feel
like an empty cup
drained in the
last night's slumber
& lost under the
world's ugly plunder
No, in the morning
when I awaken
I feel like someone
has fucking shaken
my innards into the
mattress I rest on
Because when I'm awake
I'm free to remember
the empty promises
of those, the pretenders
Don't pretend to care.
Don't make promises
that aren't fair.
