Six In The Morning Poem by Juan Olivarez

Six in the morning I rush out of the sack,
Ignoring my knees, how they feel.
But I need hot coffee, hot steaming and black,
And start in on my bowl of oatmeal.

I know it's good for me, and I shouldn't complain,
But oatmeal is not my favorite food.
And my wife's new health kick just drives me insane,
I just smile, and I lie, mmm, honey, this is so good.

Dad gum it to heck, I want some menudo,
Or chorizo and eggs so divine.
Potato and egg tacos with beans made to go,
I think I'm losing my mind.

Oats are for horses and jackasses too,
And look how big those critters get.
All in the hopes of deriving good poo,
Have I got you laughing yet?

5/2/14 Alton Texas