What not to say in the morning

The fingers around my lips
Stop the worms from escape
"it's time to get up,

it's time to get up!"
I hate the phrase and frowning
Squeezes the butterflies

(clattered piss heads
that they are)

And the morning pours down
like a whiskey flood
From that bitch in the clouds,

But there's been no decisions
On how the wrigglers
Are going to get out.

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