353 - I keep on thinking that today's Friday

I keep on thinking that today’s Friday
I keep on hoping that I’ll soon get rich
I keep on thinking tomorrow’s my day
I fantasise I won’t die in a ditch.
Don’t wish your life away, you know a stitch
In time saves nine and mine must be stitched soon,
Because your life blood, so precious, so rich,
Is leaking from age’s enlarging wound.
My diagnosis done, let’s hear a tune;
The prognosis improves with beer, so hey,
The cool fourpack of Stella’s in the fridge,
And strict old sun replaced by looney moon.
Soon I won’t care, and care I can’t bear. They
All live for the weekend. The five day itch.
Thur 23 Aug 2007