Sunrise

Up late and early when we need some sleep
Hard ambition marches into neglect
And like tea leaves in a boiling steep
Our very selves are soaked in disrespect
When brain toxins receive no chance to drain
To the currents of the Morphean stream
At the headwaters of pleasure and pain
And found in every prohibited dream
Damming the prospect of a better day,
A day devoid of cesspool thoughts,
Where all frustrations have been blown away
And leaving only the dream catcher clots
On cold logic's rectilinear grid...
Intermingled with corporeal id.