D’ya Ever Have One of Those Days Tommy?
When even sticking on
the telly for lunchtime
neighbours is a bit of an
effort?
When you guzzle
milk
instead of tea ‘cos
you can’t be arsed
to wait for the
kettle?
d’y’ever just sit
in an armchair for a whole
afternoon and think
how it felt to be cast in
ironside?
Or count up the
speckles on a
woodchipped wall?
sometimes after
casualty I think I’ve got
cancer,
I think that I’m dying,
when really I’m just
bored.
Paul Summers
