It's All About You
By Anchor
Mon, 07 Mar 2016
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You’ve been going for at least an hour now
and to be honest I am struggling:
I've only got one sock on and my leg’s gone dead,
my eye mask is still balanced on my head,
last night’s make up is everywhere
and I never did brush my teeth…
A little dune of sleep to remove,
a school trip of spots to squeeze,
a pubey chin hair to pluck
and an as yet unidentified odour
to identify.
There’s grey lumpy porridge to make and devour,
keys to be found and PUT IN A SAFE PLACE
and at some point I should have a shower.
Oh shit, and a bathroom light to fix,
choice between: pitch black and private
or the whole street seeing my pasty bits.
I’ve needed to wee for 20 minutes now
and my bowels are plotting a move against me.
I literally have BIGGER SHIT TO DEAL WITH!
My stifled yawns and farts are building up
so what exactly
is it about me
that screams “I give a fuck”?!
And I haven’t managed a bra yet
(my nipples are more alert than I am).
I might even indulge in a fresh pair of pants…
…might.
God I really have to do something
about the way I smell.
There’s a whole life time of
procrastination to catch up on!
There’s a bus to run for
(and inevitably miss),
a fare to scrape together,
a snot-sniffing student to endure,
a dribble of rain to be
inexplicably soaked by.
And I will, of course,
arrive unacceptably late.
But you’re still yapping away…
Utter nonsense!
Complete gibberish!
It boggles the mind.
Not today, no thank you.
I.don’t.have.the.time.
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This would make a great
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This would make a great performance piece!
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