Monday (hindsight)



Nothing to show.

A house half vaccummed,

half the grass had a mow.

Resented by my teenager,

contempt is coming from my man.

I need to shake my focus,

and have faith in who I am.







The vibe is clear.

Suddenly you’re insincere

I’m sensing an unfriendly air.

I find it hard to persevere,

I feel no longer wanted there.

I’ll pay the dues to make things square,

then quietly I’ll disappear.