Golden Sunrise

by Daniel Milano   Dec 24, 2009


Waiting for the golden sunrise,
It's two o'clock in the morning,
Barely able to keep open my own eyes,
And I'm already yawning.

Gentle drifts of snow so white,
A wisp of wind whips,
Crescent moon the sky tonight,
I am craving chips.

I march up to my kitchen,
With a righteous intent,
It's Dorito's that I'm wishing,
But the whole bag is spent.

So i open up my freezer,
And I don't drop it,
Then I get leaner,
I make a hot pocket.

Oh man I'm full,
Now I want my iPOD,
So i crawl into my wool,
Oh wow, its late My God!

Clean up my mess,
And finish my smoothie,
But I do have to confess,
That tonight has been groovy,

A party is fun,
But a celebration is champ,
You wake up in the morning,
And the grass is damp.

You should stop reading these poems,
Continue no further,
If your still reading this, homes,
It continues to get worser.

Why are you still reading,
I already said to drop,
By now I am repeating,
The verse I said at top.

Waiting for the golden sunrise,
It's two o'clock in the morning,
Barely able to keep open my own eyes,
And I'm already yawning.

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