The First Day

How bright!  How
New is this day
Blowing my curtains
Freely with its breeze
Cleaning my room.
Radio on I am
Loud and alive.
I can restart.
This fine
Morning is my first.
My sideways listing is
Corrected -

Carriage straight,
Erect, direct - good
Deportment.  You: I
Forget - you never 
Were in any
Reality to do
With me.
There will be no
Mourning, no 
Sorry looks - I 
Boot you out you 
Bastard.  You lose.
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