Tuesday, April 4, 2023

Morning


Morning
by Lord R.e. Taylor

The Sun came up too soon
I do not have any coffee
Nor do I have cigarettes
And the Jack ended last night
There is nothing left for me
So, I will just sit and pout
At least until lunchtime
Then who knows

© Poem – IV/V/MMXXIII
LRET


 

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