The sky is a surly looking grey
and that's because
it's my day off and let's spoil
it for him

they're promising sunshine
almost as if it's a promise of
mass extinction
forceful
and we will believe it.

I'm heading to Waterloo
and
might meet up with
Napoleon
or
if I'm really lucky
I might catch a train that's
on time,

life's all about the battle
it's
either the baby or the death rattle

there's hardly enough time to enjoy
the scenery.