18 June 2012
Awoke today at ten to five
Body aching, barely alive
Glance in the mirror, pain has begun
Result of an afternoon in the sun
Off to work, I'm sure I'll pay
Excess of a drunken Fathers Day
I'll try to cure my morning's ills
With a concoction of pills
There's the boss, good morning Sir
Glasses on, it's all a blur
Try to move a heavy rack
Give up sharpish, oh my back!
Need those pills to sort my head
I really should have stayed in bed
Just one thing that works for me
Where's that trolley? I need my tea...
Tea and Pills • Opuss № I