This poem marks my 700th post in 7 years (2009-2016)
Afraid to wake up,
Scared witless of sleep,
Why ya’ll gatto fake up,
When the truths within sleep.
The beginning deepens
The spiteful frustration in the end.
Hardline juvenile diligence.
In this broad daylight nightmare
I’ve come to recognize as mine,
Life is handout welfare.
Only the rugged survive.