Saturday, October 02, 2010
paycheque and hair thins,
pot bellies and double-chins,
packed in tea biscuit tins,
weddings and divorces,
professional development courses,
office birthday, a bottle uncorks,
sugar cake and a plastic fork,
how'd I end up in this march of the dorks?
just wanna have a round with my friends,
play guitar on a porch,
hold a little bit left of the fight,
quietly watch the night,
slowly swallow the evening light.