Oh! What a dream,
A dream I can't remember,
To my eyes shone the morning beam,
And the breeze to my skin like in early December.
My bed; a pillar to my spine,
My pillow; my truest love, my favorite company,
But then comes to mind that work is at nine,
Behold, a blissful romance in disharmony.
My heart drops to the ground through my anus,
The miserable journey; the stuffy buses, the frowning boss,
"Let this cup pass me by" I cried to God and even to the Greek god Janus,
But this I must face, this is my cross.
If only I woke each day from her kisses,
And a perfect meal to be fed,
Then sit all day and do whatever my heart chooses,
But then I realize, it is past nine and I am still on bed.
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The Trials Of Johnny Doe
PoetryThe Trials of Johnny Doe is a collection of poems written based on actual events experienced by the author during a period of reclusiveness and brooding. The poem has 7 parts each narrating the Author's ordeal and musings in different situations.
