Still I 'Shine

Waken unwise with ‘shine I rise

but these still eye sties compromise

the ability to see what’s become of me.

My butt’s on the toilet and my head in the sink

lost half my brain down the drain - I think?

Eat a hearty breakfast of chips and coke

then top it off with a tailor made smoke.

I know what’s in store as I’ve been there before

and I unwillingly pay with a long hard day

of sweating when it’s cold and not when it’s hot.

My head feels scrambled like the eggs I didn’t eat

and there’s a cacophonous din entrapped within

so that between my ears it’s all I can hear.

I fumble, stumble and grumble throughout the day

then head back home with two weeks’ pay.

Think I’m starting to perk up a bit

as my still eye mind is locked on ‘shine

and my butt’s looking to sit

on any old stool.

Any old stool will do.

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