Chaos Morning
Written 2025-12-25
I woke up, world still spinning,
Mom’s voice — thunder, beginning.
“Have you studied English, Turkish too?
By July, you must — yes, that’s true!”
Tears fell like morning rain,
I cried for joy, I cried for pain.
“Mom, I want encyclopedias, not verbs!”
“No escape — games will teach you, that’s the law, observe!”
Dad goes, “To work, no hugs for you.
Think my embrace will fix the view?”
Yesterday, he yelled at kids in class,
Today, he shops — I stay at home, alas!
Breakfast table: chicken-ananas salad delight,
Rice “grechanyky” and sausage — all right.
Pepsi instead of morning tea,
Capusnyak optional, I let it be.
And then I dreamt: first love at war,
Sold to the east — what a bizarre score.
Blue eyes, blonde hair, chaos supreme,
Mom and friends tangled in a surrealist dream.
Secret whispers, only I know,
Guest-free, fool-proof, all intact.
Life, a game, English words on display,
Level up, laugh, survive the day!