a very dramatic poem

[dshael]

MORNING,
a VERY DRAMATIC POEM
by a grill cook, forced to work early.

Oh cruel light of day
that follows sleepless night!
Rosy-fingered Dawn
creeps o'er the rim of earth
only to provoke the horrid little birds
to uncouth twitters...
I shut my eyes to you.

Why must I drag my crumbling,
stumbling
bones
from the dark den I lay them in?
Only to stuff the gaping maws
of every greedy thug
with two dollars to pay
for their encrusted greasy portion?

Oh, yeah, the rent.
Damn.