It's our throwaway society
that brings on my anxiety,
am I to be thrown away too?

when you've passed a certain milestone
they want to start carving you a tombstone
and tell you that your house is not a home
without one of those in the wardrobe.

I might not live forever
but
believe me, I box clever and change my name
by deed poll every day

if they ever get me they won't know that I'm
not yet me because the papers will still be in the post.

Friday and I waffle on
no one hears me
they've all gone
I think I'm going soon.