Content, the wheat, the rye, the right to falter
With each sun when did we leave it at the altar
I can recall wanting to wake to you
Color, grayscale, then stale the a.m. mistake
Mature just means I switched from bowl to a plate
Nothing at all beats getting to wake to you
Prisms washed in crayon
Morning munchies reigning king
As the lousy and lame are all lost in their beds
My share is up to me.
A glow in eyes as bright as meteor showers
Transformed this morning bud into a flower
Coupled so well with Saturday cartoons
Pour me up a bowl of satisfaction
Gimme that good good God I want
A healthy helping of some diabetes, feed us please
Consider it my toll, a child’s exaction
Even now I feel it turning into a need
All I need is o’s and flakes and crispies, gimme gimme
Startled by the pitter patter of my mother’s steps
But I’m sure I’ve cleaned up all the evidence
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