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Musings from a recent week off in a dreary December |
Storm Bomb Decked out in my duvet Wind at the window pane Booked my week off too late Now December once again Snow is promised daily Out the window I see rain Still the time is trailing To that festive fun refrain The media is squawking Patterns, memes and trends Exaggerated talking Beginnings. Middles. Ends. Black Fridays and Storm Bombs Strictly X Factor fear A celebrity, I may not be But get me out of here! Far away from Essex Departing Geordie shores To hell with the Kardashians … all these things and more Embellished for our pleasure I want what came before Erased with insane leisure Now treasure to explore I hope to god I find it This cache, this stash my score An unburdened reality Expectations left out doors Out there with the wind and rain Amidst the howling storms Trapped outside the window pane Now a prisoner indoors Next year I’ll book early The week off of my dreams I’ll catch my worm as sun breaks Cause life sometimes it seems, It’s not meant to be anything Not the things we’re told Life is what you make it Not the shit you’re sold |