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.