Suck It, Morning Rush

Today’s breakfast is Hotchix,
With spice and rice, so oiled and crisp
But there’s no lovely health, just a quick fix
Running on gut instincts
That bottled water will just swish.

My shoelaces unravel with telekinesis
That makes sense because of my raging
Which I threw out like garbage
But I took hold of that purple force
And said “Suck it, morning rush.”

I won’t skip away from the building
Even with no fire exit waiting
Because I still have more to learn
Like the many ways I can say “I love you”
Even while we’re stuck in a corner.

Even if this bracelet on my right wrist
Holds a bunch of roses always white,
With a crown of thorns, it’s still alike,
So I should bear it with humble breaths
So flow on, apologies and thanks.

Now let’s go take the next morning rush
And let it go suck all of our sun
While we beat it up with our loaded guts
‘Til it blows to send the light back up
So yeah, I’m back, my love.

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