Oh god,
so depressing,
getting dressed in
the dark,
even more so
when you've been out
and slept in the park.

I cut myself on the razor of hope
as I slipped on the bar of good fortune soap
and now I know that it's all a plot and I don't
mean a plot of land where I can turn my hand
to a bit of gardening,
I mean
someone's got it in for me
someone's out there and waiting to get me

she says,
oh grow up, you've got to go to work.