2:00am Saturday Morning and his restlessness reclined on his mind
The room was immensely silent but held a forceful amount of chaos
His large feet plummeted to the cold floor; he roamed out of his beguiling room
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His body was almost bare and every movement echoed through him
The empty foil tins from a takeaway he had eaten at 8:00pm casted a noticeable stare across the kitchen like a coin to a magpie
The fridge was only a couple strides away now; he prematurely stretched his arm ready to grasp the frigid handle
The fridges seal parted and a saintly yellow light radiated in front of him
He stared nonplussed into the fridge for about 3.5 seconds
Celery
Sitting there in the centre of the fridge appearing as tasteless as it would taste
Unappetising.
The light diminished as the door closed.

Late for dinner, once again, the dish is in the dog!
I thought my wife did the right thing, it looked an unappetising grey bog!

I missed my sons birthday, by just one day.
My wife let me know she wasn't happy in her own unique way.

I was late for our Wedding, only by an hour.
My Wifes Father had a face on him, really rather sour.

I'll be late for my own funeral, i'm feeling rather certain.
I will miss the note, when it is finally pinned to the back of that **** curtain.

I'm always running late and usually the wrong direction.
Always going against the flow, sometimes in a completely different section.

My Wife has acquired skills of personal detection
Over the years she has unearthed some embarrassing things
And therefore I find my name is put forth for Mayoral Election
Two weeks to go now  before i get my wings.

I predict my lateness to the ceremony to swear me in.
I guess i will just have to invest some public money in copious amounts of Gin.

Thank you for reading, please do not feel sorry.
I have to go I'm running late, this time down the pub for a curry.

I look down and my sadness
weighs on me
I am heavy with hunger
But it is nothing like the weight
that my body is forced to carry
that I am forced to carry
After years of
shovel hands
thunderous teeth
kilos slip from shoulders to waistline
Legs might be stronger
But my back breaks all the same
Wretched, ravenous
Abstinence makes the mind grow obsessive
But a four days of counting and
no dress for the occasion
without looking fit to burst
Hot flash of anger in the pan
Sizzling shame
My faults spilling out for all to see
How utterly unappetising
So when my mouth waters
I look down