Ode to my cousin – footballer, musician, multitalented, under graduated but overly congratulated. (also my favourite cousin with the same name as my son)
Ode to my cousin – footballer, musician, multitalented, under graduated but overly congratulated. (also my favourite cousin with the same name as my son)
You’re in a bad place. But staying all day in bed is your saving grace. Deal sleepily with the world while in your duvet curled. Think nihilistic thoughts at twenty while getting sleep a plenty. Don’t ever risk emerging before noon that dark filled world is best attested to un-vested and pyjamaed you, not soon but in mid to latish afternoon. Emerge blinking and unshaven to dusk’s familiar smile then plug in your play station for these late hours to wile.
Bother not with thoughts of study, bloody, shoddy, fuddy-duddy, cruddy, bookish, rote, remote, words and thoughts that fail your boat to float.
Centrifugal eccentricity for a student of chemical electricity, seeking notoriety and publicity – attempt eliciting lyrical sympathy for upper middle classic apathetic idiosyncranicity. (made up word)
Roll out of bed
Cause you ain’t dead
Moan less groan less
Shave then dress
Your stuff is folded
In the hot press
Right next to you sister’s summer dress.
Emerge blinking and thinking
Not shirking, stinking and sinking.
Now go live more.
M.M.