today's drivel
sat in flat
listening to jamie t in kitchen
wii singing to me
like a mermaid
plinkety plonkety
had a few beers
few jellies
few plastic cups of rum punch
sing star always a hit
chanting along like a tit
flicking through old ps2 titles
makes me reminisce
think of simpler times
containing similar stress
avoiding work at the time had no redress
allowed things to slip
whilst getting a high score on gran turismo
metal gear solid 2,
made me happy
emptily
things were going to shit
all life expectations went amiss
though
I am joe
am i regular joe?
special with tongue in lower lip?
pretensious with cocked hip?
useless tit.