Saturday Morning, Six O'Clock

        by Marc Pollitt

Fair children shatter morning with their screams
At six A. M. They interrupt my dreams
With shouts of, "Did not so!" and "You're to blame!"
And still they keep on yelling, all the same.
Fair mothers kick those children out of doors,
And having done so, drive off to their stores,
Where they can flee the noise. I curse the hour,
Then rise, and piss, and step into the shower.

 

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