Sundays

I
hate
Sunday
evenings

I
despise
them
with
a passion

There’s
nothing
good
about
them

No
positive
distraction

From the
fact that
tomorrow
starts
another
week

And we’re
no longer
dancing
cheek
to cheek

Self Inflicted

I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today

At least
until this
hangover
goes
away

Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair

And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care