I know where this is and I know who I am,
this is the morning of the Monday man.

Sunday did a vanishing act without a word
a little birdie tells me that it went off into history,

I had coffee,
that's history too,
perhaps it'll meet up
with Sunday.

Anyway
being Anglo Saxon
I stoop and put my
socks on,
pad off to the scullery,

scullery?
Scullery's history too.

It will be different tomorrow
but these remains will remain
the same.

You can hear the people
screaming, but you think
that you're still dreaming
even as you pour the cream in
and it rises to the top,
stop?
stop is just a red light that
programmes us to do right,
can you hear those people screaming?

they still knock 'em out in China
to undercut the home economy,
the referees should set us free
on three falls or submission,
but
China's not the enemy
the enemy's within.

It's all a glitch in the matrix
or maybe my mind's playing tricks on me
it could be that it's all hunky-dory
but it seems everything that I see
is part of a never ending story.

Sunday
as tired as can be and
older than this century.

I wonder if twenty twenty two
will do it for you
will it do it for me
will it do it at all
that's what I wait to see.

It doesn't matter if there's dogshit everywhere
the council doesn't care
just stick your noses in the air
like they do,

The council tax can wait
say
the boys on the council estate,
the money can go on a
quarter of blow,
just row the boat
staying afloat
stops you from sinking,
the rent money pays for the drinking
the council doesn't care.

Is anything supposed to work like it used to?
because
everything breaks down whether nervously or otherwise.

I think I'm broken too
and
the guarantee that came with me
ran out years ago.

I am tired today
want to
soak all my troubles and aches away
I am that tired today.

There's a bonus prize
when you close your eyes
and let the world spin,
I win
and usually three lemons.

it's all relative, he said,
but he's dead,

proving his theory.

Saturday,
a replay of a day I've seen,
I mean, of course, the rain.

Neverending never ends
until it ends
and then it's ended,
a case of,
least said soonest mended,

We won't be getting there
if there is where we want to go,
the forecaster forecasted snow
and I know he's usually right,
but
a canoe would do me for now.