Loday seemed like yesterday

today seemed so like yesterday
when my mother cooked my breakfast in her same own usual way
she gave me the same look the same glare
as if something was not at all fair
she made me sit down in her ordily fashion
and made me use her same old passion
and when i would leave she would always say remember to clean
away
my mum is so normal no fun at all
she is just like a not bouncy ball
but i will always have the same old morning

in the afternoon when it gets gloomy and dark i always take a walk to
the park
and when i get back my dad is always there
snoring his head of vibrating the ozone lair