For God,s sake is it that time already?
My alarm clock is going off,it sound’s like
the Devil’s chainsaw.
I press the snooze button,and go back to
sleep,but nine minute’s later.
That sound is messing with my head
Jesus,that sound is driving me insane.
It is Monday morning,the weekend went too
Monday morning blue,s,I cant find my shoe’s
I am getting dressed in the dark.
I have a little wee,and rub the sleep from my eye’s.
And I walk toward’s the kitchen.
My housemate is whipping up a concoction in the
Cacao powder,coconut oil,honey,chia seed’s,almond’s
That sound remind’s me that it is the first day of the
The blender is going full bore,whipping up a bright green
I don’t know what it taste,s like,but the colour is kind
O h well time to get into my car and drive to work
What’s that dickhead doing honking his horn
I am sure I have the right of way.
Oh shit,maybe not, I might have drifted into his lane
Ok,I get the message,now get off your horn,before I
stick it where the sun don’t shine.
I arrive at work,bleary eyed,feeling like a piece of crap
Get out of my car and do the long walk to the factory
That is the sound of the mundane
Every day is the freaking same
I am on the checking line
I am feeling anything but fine
2.30PM has come around,another work
day is over.
I get changed and make my way to my car
I open the car door,turn the key,and
Goddamnit a flat battery,that is just great
The engine wont turn over,i get on the phone and
call for road service.
They arrive really promptly,it only take’s them three
My mood has gone from bad to worse,and I let out
a silent curse.
But I am finally driving home
Oh,that is my mobile phone,i cant reach it
I finally get the phone from the pocket,and put the
phone to my ear.
Oh hell the police are right behind me,waving me
Okay Mr policeman,i heard you the first time
The cop is friendly enough as he hand’s me my fine
$400 for talking on the phone whilst driving
I finally get home,go inside,and sit down with with
a cool drink.
What now,i go to the door and two guy’s in suit’s are
tying to spread the word,i close the door.
What now,The kid from two door’s up want’s to go fishing,
I say not now,maybe tomorrow
Jesus,It is like Pitt Street,I don’t even answer the door.
Finally I can relax
The house next door is being renovated
Jesus,are they digging their way to China
Power saw’s,back hoe’s,jack hammer’s
is there a tool out there that they don’t own
9.30 It is time for bed,I lay down,close my eye’s
God that dog next door is barking up a team
Midnight,and I am still awake.
God,no wonder that dog’s name is Cujo.
At around 3.00 I get a little sleep,then
Another day,what can I say?