it begins as it always does
this life
the moping and sulking
of a day with
nothing
to do but maybe
pick up a few chores
now and again
wandering from room to
room
watching the sun
fall
and the house grow
dark
Don't you know?
you can't get blood from a turnip,
you dumb bastards.
Call and call and call
and see
if I care.
All you do is provide me
much needed
company
throughout an
otherwise
lonely day.