Getting a lot done again, it feels good
It’s like putting more money in the bank
Although I can’t pretend I ever could
Save, but for funny memories that spank
Me when I’m lazy and content to thank
The past that passed me by in just a blink
Like hazy remnants of nights when I drank
Fragments remain, the rest pissed down the sink
Now that my head is clear, now I can think
Now I can lift my feet out from the mud
The road will soon be clear, with a full tank
Topped up with coffee or hot chocolate drink
The laughs are on me, least I hoped they would
Be. I’ll have won again, erased the blank
Wed 24 Dec 2008
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