Good Morning

What is so good about the morning? You dread the rays of sunlight into your room. You dread the sound of the alarm clock. You dread the day in front of you. You do all the obligatory morning rituals that remind you as frail human being. You pull out your limp dick, the only asset your dad ever gave you, to relieve yourself. Over the years, this part of your body has become just a faint memory from years back, as your stomach is getting in the way and you hardly got to see it anymore; you only grope your way down there. You have your morning coffee--that's just a polite way of saying dishwater with caffeine, so you are steady and ready to stand in line to wait for your bus, if necessary running after it, rain or shine. Just when your bus is pulling in, then you remember you forgot to take your medications . . . .