They pump and pump <br />The agony into me <br />With their insults and mockery, I slump <br />Down, tired of picking too many a blood-sucking flea. <br />I pass out Asleep, <br />Free from them, at last <br />I can escape, have a nice dream in a trance as deep <br />As a hypnotist can induce, it lasts past <br /> <br />Nine in the morning. <br />I wake up, annoyed <br />That I overslept, routine is so boring. <br />Having your Emotions played and toyed <br />Around with, I'm exhausted of them. <br />All I can do is wait for summer, kingdom come. <br /> <br />(1 June 2008) <br />(Hurst, Texas)<br /><br />John Parsons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-kingdom-come/
