While dreaming of cold Pizza for breakfast, will you C/C please?

Tangled, twisted, in chilled sheets

strangled from head to feet

is often how I wake.

No rules to break, oh wait.

All of them

are meant to be tested,

invested time, to step outside.

Conformity, is scrutiny

others define.

My 'circle' can't quite close.

Resigned I've become to the fact

that there is a twist

and knot at one end

of the hangman's rope.While dreaming of cold Pizza for breakfast, will you C/C please?
I LOVE cold pizza for breakfast! Good poem as always! =D
An' the rebel rebels, despite awareness of potential consequence...in fact...consquence be damned!



I like it your spunky pizza-for-breakfast-ness!



*grinnin'*While dreaming of cold Pizza for breakfast, will you C/C please?
A tosser and turner who dreams of cold pizza for breakfast! Do whatever you want although cold pepperoni is a bit greasy!
Nice pessimistic poem!
love cold pizza in the morning

but not the hang man

he has not cares or fears



smile

good luck