Inside box 13

If I close my eyes maybe Monday won’t see me, a cloak of invisibility would do me right now. how did the weekend end and why wasn’t I warned that today was arriving? it’s always the way night and day day and right I’m tuning in let the day begin. Down there at number one…

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Plotting an escape

Have you ever gone swimming with sharks boosted cars played fast and loose with the women or drank poison and asked for a refill? it only lasted forever until forever came over the hill and we found out that we were over the hill too. If age is just a number I am number fifteen…

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Prep tool

What if we were not but if not who’s got the answer? Maybe we are not planetary, we could be an eyeball in the face of a giant, Monday and the questions begin Cheshire the cat gives a wink and I have to grin…

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Coffee time grumble

Well that went quickly wasn’t it? didn’t it? couldn’t fit the weekend in an egg tray? I wanted it got it used it up forget it. And now it’s now and not then until the weekend comes again…

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Spectator

Monday sleepy someone keep me safe. If we rely upon no one we have only one  person to blame and that would deny us a place in the team as we sit watching the game from the side line…

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What’s not to like about Monday?

Can’t find matching socks the clock’s ticking too slow the weekend’s upped and left where did it go? I’d like to know. Let’s give a round of applause for the chore that’s to come quite your bellyaching and put a stop to the whining the Sun’s out and shining what’s not to like about Monday?…

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That sinking feeling you feel

When you kiss the last of the weekend away and you wake up at three to realise it’s Monday, it’s like the morgue’s come alive to do the nine to five jig, the dead in a combo’ doing a gig. Fill me with lead shot let me drop in the sea or put me out…

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The summer song

We’ll turn into parchment or vellum this heat is hell on your skin. Garters to keep up my socks pectoral muscles hard as rocks a stiff upper lip and an active mind i think you’ll find that I’m in working order. Not ready yet for the knackers yard or for the great referee to give…

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Runway number four

I wake to wingtips spreading out from fingers wrapped around a gun, the Sun decides to rise and risk my wrath, Monday blasts away and I’m shot down here to London, not like my home town but close enough with traffic comes and sleeping dogs that try to wake the sleeping policemen, Kentucky, pizza, ham…

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Them blues

It’s only Monday? then yesterday must have been Sunday and the day before that Saturday? The weekend went in less time than it takes to shake a stick at a cat and that’s that my nose to the grindstone to work and then back home I wish it was Friday again…

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WTF part two

A chip off the block? a rip off? or are fakes the new real? Reveal an idea and someone will steal an idea. We can be unique today or next week we can but some would sooner take to make it their own they’ll never own it though. Listen, you can’t buy a rain forest…

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Shower time

I am wide awake for goodness sake and it’s only a quarter to four what do I bother sleeping for? just wind me up and watch me run alternatively flatter the modern me with a Duracell battery, and where would you shove it? Fluck and Law must have an image for Monday spitting feathers? I…

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The P45 is not a gun

Here is a state which is known as divinity somewhere half ways between here and eternity look closely and touch on infinity and that’s where you’ll find me waiting. Bells ring in the chapel of all-saints where Michelangelo sings psalms as he paints practising for the Sistine since he was sixteen turning deaf to the wisdom within…

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Incantations

It could be Sunday, the banks are shut but it’s Monday can you spot the difference? it may be diffidence on their part though I doubt it. And as it could be Sunday although it’s not I’ll take pot luck and go out sightseeing to somewhere worth seeing, but she’s cast her spell which makes…

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‘It’s love actually’

Monday I can do it ‘Standing on my head’ but I’d rather have hot milk and cornflakes smuggled into.. …red I feel the colour coming creeping waking up my life from sleeping dreams.. ..the wind can’t whistle properly it’s driving me insane and that constant spittle soaked Godiva always heralds rain. And now it’s half…

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Friar Tuck’s Balsam

Monday! I wouldn’t have it any other way, well perhaps or maybe Friday. I’m calling in a favour from a friend who voted Labour and I’m asking for a small piece of the pie. They can slice it any way carve it up into today all I want is one small portion of the pie…

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Wrestling

Of course it’s raining, it’s Monday. Someday it will be fine but not today, and it’s a long way to the top of the clock when time puts a headlock on you…

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Character assassination

Fiddlesticks it’s Monday, but why cry over spilt weekends? what goes around tends to be circular I don’t find that peculiar at all. It’s always the beginnings that bother me always the worry that I will not be good enough. and the gaps are only there as traps for the unwary they still scare me…

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The great depression

What is it with Monday? You tell me it’s a great way to start the week, I have to ask why? and why start it today? why not Wednesday? or better still, start it on Friday, that’d be the best way to start as you mean to go on. I go on wondering is this…

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