It was going to be one of those rainy mornings
When the sky is cloaked in cloud
And the sun refused to rise
But rather, appeared above without attracting notice
Glowing dimly from behind the shroud of foggy air.
It was going to be one of those chilly mornings
A surprise for the summer months
After weeks of gentle warming
It was cold enough for blankets
And a mug of something burning and sweet.
It was going to be one of those hated mornings
You against humanity's idiots
Did not a single on of them own a functioning brain?
It was difficult to imagine it was so
When everyone acted like dopes.
It was going to be one of those sorry mornings
You wished you could take it all back
But life didn't give second chances
Leaving you stuck with your anger
Expecting to rot.
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