My feet are aching
which
makes a change from my head.

The day went like a snail through glue,
slow, although it's true that the hours
were the same the minutes appeared to
be queuing in a long line for the sales,

more snails, more glue,
perhaps my aching feet are
a sign of the times
more snails in lines
more glue, more times,
signs for me
to do what I'd like to do
except
for the glue.

Basically, it's been a long day.