Fo'day Morning Expletives
Anger finds itself impaled upon a
spike like capon thus designed to naught
Obscenities reward excessive way
Locked in cursive verbal longings sought
Tis wee hours of morning arriving
Dawn to yawning loud stories be told
Tired stars see all as useless striving
Shadows carry restless drunks so bold
© gillena cox 2024
NOTE: Fo'day Morning; a Trini idiom, is that time between dawn and morning light
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