Here is a poem I wrote last year for a creative writing class. It is about my favorite meal of the day... Breakfast. If anyone has comments or critiques, I would love to hear them. I am trying to become a better writer one weird poem at a time.< p>

As I rustled in my sleep
twitching violently in the night,
I was a sheep
hallucinating with fright.
Then all at once

Ring, Buzz, goddamn beep.
The bastard alarm clock
impaled my deep sleep.

I finally rose from the bed
like a corpse from the grave.
I made breakfast with dread
My fingers danced like a slave.
The damn butter molested the bread
That rich lust, I always crave.

Then I spilled the milk
all over the world.
My tears were silk,
they perpetually swirled.

I stood tall, my fist held high
that milk turned the knife
i threatened the sky.