January 2011
4 posts
bad mondays
tell me how to deal with bad mondays
tell me how to cope when things aren’t going my way
when the lines just don’t fall into place
when the drink just fail to quench the thirst
tell me how to deal with bad mondays
tell me how to hurry up the next day
attic confessions
and in my attic room i have to say,
i am giddy,
but for a word, and a line
but for a smile, and the possibilities
that may both be and not be.
i rest my case.
i drink my beer.
and wait for come what may
