what is breakfast?
it's not a meal on my list
I wake up too late
to do anything but shave and ****
get my good morning kiss
from the Turkish Royal
pressed to my lips
buy a parking pass
with eight quarters
check the meter, half a tank of gas
it'll last me but I'm gasping
grasping at the next rung
on this ladder
I still feel like the ball
with life being the batter
hit to pieces
tattered