[Don't] Call Me in the Morning

You handed me a pair of scorpions
and a glass of water.  My time-out
prescription:  to drink.  I am
supposed to ignore self-
preservation and pre-conceived notions
of the obvious and rely solely
on your judgment. 
Denied.  You
show your poison colors.  I was
right.  It was the hand that feeds
that really bites.