A Quintessential British Morning Mumble, stare, think, sigh, laugh, Wait for the kettle to boil, Pour, sip, crunch, taste, aah, The toast was overdone, Sit, watch, listen, think, groan, The government have fucked something up again, Stop, stand, ponder, sit, wait, I don't have to leave just yet, Relax, wait, realise, rush, go, Where did I put my keys? Seriously I can't find my keys! Oh yeah... Smile, search, find, going, gone.
The Gentle Nod I know you, Or I think I know you, Do I like you? Probably not, This is why I've given you the gentle nod, The nod that says, I've acknowledged your presence, And that is that, In another #life we could have been the best of friends, Or the worst of enemies, But for now there is only a gentle nod, The day to day head bows of British politeness, And then we part.
Ode To This Lecture Take me away from this place, Away from the cars and the roaring engines, The leaf blower, and the guy who can't seem to shut up on his phone, Away from the systems and the pointless questions, Away from the hustle and bustle, And the stuff about the other stuff, I don't want the stuff, Take me away from the stuff, Or just take me to a bed, I'm really hungover!