Good Morning

Not a drop of alcohol –
No shots, no beers, no nothing!
Not a single pill or push –
Illegal, prescribed, or neither!
Yet bleary eyes greet the day
With twin red glares of pain
And a throbbing ache behind them
To drive the brain insane
To this uncalled for agony,
One finger says, “Good morning.”
In a gesture, blunt yet eloquent,
But the sun ignores the warning.