Just trying
to get by in
what appears to be
a catastrophe,

this day stuns in its coming
and I'm tired of the
running
so I'll stay, stand and fight,
hit out at what's wrong to see
the right in it
and you guessed
it's a Tuesday
a neither here, there or do I care
day.

Let battle commence,
two pounds and eighty pence!
for the tube train.
first round to the day

minimum pay
maximum outlay
and that's the way
we're all kept at bay.

Poverty is and will always be
the preserve of the poor
to spread on their bread
while they're drinking cold tea

the rich do not worry
because they seldom see
nor do they care
what happens to you

Me,
I say it's Tuesday
what did you expect?

Some will not agree
and
that's okay with me
some only see what
they want to see
I see
everything
and nothing,
values are overrated
morals dislocated
sounds abated and in the
silence I have waited
for the second coming

still running
gunning the engine
******* in fumes.

Soon
It will be done
or will it?

Hit out anyway
everyday
especially if that day's
a Tuesday.