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.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 