After a week away
one comes back to this
and this is the kiss of death,
a place I shouldn't waste my breath on,

She says,
John, you do go on, look on the bright side,

which I think is the right side but when
you're out of sorts and I don't mean the
liquorice ones it's difficult to see any light.

ah, *** it,
people are as people will
it's just the constant grind
of plodding up the same
old hill which is not green
and not far away either,