MORNING POETRY -“The sign of the time”

Morning glory writes a new story
Wrapped in a soft white haze
The night disappeared full of dreamy craze

Predigested soup of midnight news
Coupled with a lid an overflowing pot
At dawn we are fed new insane plot

The grown ups swept by a scenic battle
The throne is full of soft used tissues
The kingdom on their finest issues

Where there were neurons now neurotics
Fit for a purpose crumbling of the brain
Plastered by a sedative shot in the vein

What kind of humanity are we bringing up
Streets full of zombies covering their smile
With a loss of appetite to live for a while

Fire in the belly no brain in an empty head
Divine beings wings missing a feather
Tossing in a boiling pot united together

Collision with a sign

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