Don’t these hours fly by No wonder my body can’t keep up When my mind can’t comprehend it The days and weeks pass through Space faster than light in a vacuum, For the vacuum of life Is much more efficient In ******* out everything Than we could possibly mimic.
Days at home and I have started hearing things, My furniture and home appliances seem to talk to me. My bed says "Come and lie down, Enjoy tea in me," My pillows say,"Hug us,relax everything is going to be fine. As I entered the kitchen my toaster jumped up to warn me of my wife's mood, Too late, we started arguing and the vacuum told me to **** it up, To make matters worse the washing machine put a different spin on everything. The T.V and my mobile threatened to die if I did not give them rest, Furious I banged the front door, The door **** advised me to get a grip, But the door screamed I was unhinged, At that my fan soothingly said it would soon blow over, At last the curtains ordered me to pull myself together. 4/4/2020
I wrestle you out of the cupboard under the stairs Every weekend Scaring the ******* out of the cat Who by now knows what is happening, Perceived as a fight to the death Filled with electric noise, until finally I tame the monster and put it to bed He elects to hide In the kitchen, under the table.
We dance the waltz of cleanliness Over carpet, lino, round litter trays Up stairs and across bookcases Just you and I, an odd couple Locked in a battle against dirt and dust The build up of bacteria (yuk!) Cleaning away the footprint of a week On the possessions of our life.
My wife doesn't know about us You and me and our OCD We share for an hour, or so, while she's out Shopping, drinking coffee, with her mum Ours is a secret affair ******* cat fur out of the crevices, When I am done we part company Hiding our passion behind closed doors Until we meet again, next saturday