When I've had my two cups
and I'm still in my pyjamas
then
I know it must be Saturday,

(that stay away from work it hurts day)

The mirror hurts most days too,
I look at it
it looks through me
and sees some geriatric
wannabee.

I need
I want
I feed and no more want or need
if anything it's just pure greed,

'enough is as good as a feast'