In The Morning
A Poem By Pikachu Hunter




You curse me now;
'What good do I do you?'
You despise my behavior;
'Why do I do that to you?'

But in the morning,
I will be new,
And you will love me.

You resent my comments;
'You do not!'
You ignore me;
'You're not listening!'

But in the morning,
I will be new,
And I shall wipe away your tears.

So walk down the path with me,
And share what you believe,
And I will listen keen.

Come away with me, my love,
For it is morning now.



Author's Notes:
Has anyone noticed how this isn't funny? Well, good, it wasn't supposed to be. I sorta
am a sentimental guy. I don't know why I wrote this. I just thought:
'Fiction poetry...'
And the words came.
Would somebody mind telling me everything actually wrong with this poem, instead of
just saying 'it sucked', or 'what is the point of it?'. I need a way to IMPROVE my work, so tell me
exactly what the problem is!
Try giving me a mark out of ten. If you are feeling extremely unkind towards me due to
my uninteresting work, go ahead and make my day: Gimme a -400 out of 10.

Should I ever try serious stuff again? I think I should stick with the comedy, personally...