We're back to Monday
again.

Have you ever felt that Monday's
just a game that God plays on us
a game like  'blind man's buff'?

or is it all a bluff
and we fall for the same old
game yet again?

Not morning yet or rather
it's not light enough to tell
if it's morning yet
and here I am
cup of coffee,
toast and jam
looking
for all the world like a King,

I haven't seen
that face in the mirror
the one with the razor
I have no wish to gaze upon that.

Think I have tinnitus
which is like arthritis
but more musical
or
it could be
the kettle whistlin'