Morning is cracked like an egg: bust-yolk/
thick head. Coming up marmalade
spread over crisp brown toast and pancakes
drowning in honey. I am deaf
to alarms bleating time to get up and lost
on a wave of syrup thick booze.
This is my breakfast of champions
for winners. I raise the can like a trophy
and catch sun-rays in a gold-plated mouth.
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