I clear the table
But leave your plate
Telling myself
You’re just running late
Over
And over again
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I clear the table
But leave your plate
Telling myself
You’re just running late
Over
And over again
Shaking cream on Christmas Day while listening to Mary of the Fourth Form by the Boomtown Rats
Playing record
my Christmas present
shaking cream
after turkey treat,
lid open, cream spills,
Dad’s jacket ruined
Dad’s temper flares
record broken
Terrible Christmas.
Dad’s Version
Turn music down
Awful hangover
Sean shake cream
I’m starving
What happened?
You’re sorry!
Jacket ruined
My Christmas present
That’ll teach you.
Terrible Christmas.
– Sean Hughes
So I’m
coming to
your house
todayAs it
seems
I have
no choiceBut to endure
three hours
of awkward
pretenceAnd your
fucking
awful
voiceIf only
I could
just say
noThen all
of this
would
endInstead I’ll
turn up
with a
smileAnd fake
being
your best
friend(Originally Posted 15.09.2019)
Can I be arsed with this?
No.
Do I still have to go?
Yes.
Fuck.