Alchemisland

Finally Friday 

Quickly remember it doesn’t matter

I’ve left work, changed the pattern

Pity it’s the same old patter

Old reliable chips and fish in batter

Makes you feel happy, flabby, fatter fatter

Heart’s last gasp, lungs collapsing

Still going mad ting on grass alas

I shall pass like a way through the Alps

My presence makes battle hardened horses gallop

I caress their scalloped barding with hardgloved fingerbacks.