Monday
it was a day
but it is best to forget it

Tuesday Tomorrow
and who will you borrow
off then?
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Homeless men
who can't pick up a pen
to write you a cheque?

There are wrecks
and they're out there
willing to swear on the bible
that it wasn't their fault

#hashtag me too
add me to that list.

Are you feeling it yet,
has that
spring in your step
sprung?

Does twenty-twenty-five
make you come
alive
or
just want to sleep?

She
puts the wrong things
right for me
and
makes the nights
come alight for me.

It's still raining
and
I blame it on
all that dancing.

And one more government promise that someday might surface,
and they may make good on their word,

'A Handbag?'
oh dearie don't be absurd.

The Oscar goes to Keir Starmer for a fine bit of acting.

January
the month of sorrow
filled or so you think
with a better tomorrow,
hey
think on
those tomorrows
have gone

I'm quietly happy
the doc'
prescribed for me
a happy
tonic.

Not payday
but Sunday
let us pray.

At the church of 'the blood of our saviour'
that denies you the favour of free thought
and we thought,
it cannot be that he died for me
but supposing as we do that it's true

let us pray.

All this time
and there's still time
but you say
there's no time for this.

Reluctantly I digress.

Time is not the tissue of lies
nor the Kleenex we wash our
eyes with.

Oh
not digress
I mean suppress
thoughts that depress me.

Nearly Sunday
I want it to be Monday
or any day.

Happy?
I am
a happy man,
She says
you should be
you're married to me.