Nothing is going on here that hasn't gone on before and before you ask me he goes off on a tangent.

It could be worse..

The daffodils on window sills make the world a colourful place, from my window sill if I crane my neck and squint I can see the glint off the mill pond as the sun bounces along it,
at times if I don't look I see *** all.

it's all relative said Auntie Em who was fiddling with her Sheaffer
and I did say Sheaffer not Chauffeur.

Already that time and Monday too
I must do something
anything
everything
nothing?
ok.

Shut the *** up Bill Withers,
a lovely day my ****,

this day was tight, constricting
a day to be fcked in
and stop me if I'm going to last
or
too fast,
cast me aside
throw me away
but for **** sake don't tell me
it
was a lovely day.

Do you remember,
' a night unlike any other night...'
well
this was a day like so many other days
worked my fingers to the bone
got home and
She
kissed me better,

used ***** as a sealant
which to all intents
was quite pleasant.

But a hard day nevertheless.

Winter kicked the door in
did a bit of rummaging and
left this poor soul shivering.

I need no scientific explanation
as to why it's flamin' dark
I'm getting back into the bed
*** waking for a lark.

Debating whether to be late in
or not to bother going in
at all.

I'm looking at Armageddon
or maybe it's just the bed I'm on
that's giving me nightmares.