waking up on the wrong side of bed

March 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

this morning i woke up

on the wrong side of bed.

i felt angry and fed up

as if a pillow-case covered my head.

the sun shone bright, but my

mood was anything but chirpy –

it was more like a kite

on a day with no wind, dirty,

lying in the mud when

everything else was gleaming.

i close my eyes and count to ten

but still my brain is steaming

and thinking of who to shout at,

who to ignore and who to fight.

the answer’s all the same twat

who i hate with all my might.

it’s that bloke who thinks he’s a winner,

that grumpy shit in the mirror.

 

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