Goldfish And Paracetamol

A dead loss,

No fun, just glum

Lying next to someone

So don't mention the war

Don't question where we stand

Or where we fall

North, south, east where's best?

If i head left

It turns out directionless



And needle point aside

I always find

Embroidery leaves me blind

Cos i'm too weary to rest

Since i noticed

Coming second best is close to ideal



What fools boredom breeds

So much to do

So many goldfish to feed

And paracetamol

I take them all

They line my stomach wall



With customary thirst

I search a water glass

But gin hits first

Oh don't believe the hype

Expectancy will always spoil a party



It's tourniquet by crochet

My waters break

Don't drive for pity's sake

Cos i'm too weary to rest

Since i noticed

Coming second best

Is close to ideal


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