The Warming Morning (Beta) Poem by janbo manbo

I woke up from the dream
i was glad that everything is not what it seem
i had panackaes and everything was going great
and i know im not sleeping
cause i woke hearing my alarm beeping
instead im eating
breakfast
with a french -esque
twist with eggs
and butter
i head a faint mummer
fo my mother
and
im joyed to still hear the chatter of my brother
i still get chills
when i think of dream
i imagine of rolling hills
and roses but that poses surreal and fake fantasy revealed in poetry
perhaps the truth is to hard to handle
yu wudnt catch a guy at a kissing booth wearing socks and sandles instead
a thug selling drugs because
no one showed loved or held his cold hands in tsead he wears gloves and baggy pants that hide kinves and guns becuz he gets sa sick risuh
from pumping slugs for fun and yes i guess i've strayed off topic