Mesmorised
then demoralised
when
She closes her eyes.

The weekend arrives
but not for me,
I'm working, see,
but I can't see why,

it's never the other guy
who draws the short straw
it's always me
and I can't see why.

She says
stop whining
the sun's shining
Summer is almost here

aha
She's opened her eyes and
now I can see her,

Finally.
I cry into the coffee cup
the coffee's gone
I drunk it up
and so
to drink the milk of
human kindness
is a kindness in itself.