Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

4 Days

Good morning.

There’s nothing good about it,

but it’s social convention,

to be polite and follow all the rules.

I smile,

this morning,

just because you said you like it when I do.

Bound to be beholden,

binding myself in bubblegum knots,

water boarded by the tears of my temper tantrums,

I say “Good morning”

but it feels bad,

man.

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