The junkies diary

Yaaawn …my arms and bones

My feet too lazy outta the bed

But oh no my stomach too worse

And the worms about to kill me for their rights

Barely past six but anyway a can of tuna and four crumbled eggs

Nough to hold the wait

Till eight

When I’ll have to do my enemy some justice

So I’ll have respect for humanity and not throw the leftovers away

This Macon is lucky no more

The fury of escaping my canines yester night

Will boomerang before I think of the official opener…

The first tee

Maybe tea

At eight

Under a tight guard and escort

 of cookies and cream

But American doughnuts give a sweet day gesture  too.

A small bowl of oat and milk

Science knows what a good heavy breakfast is to the body and brain too

And yes because I need the energy to sit on this fluffy couch all day

And when I tire the carpet to feel this weighty wrath

Cartoon and cereal all day and then

My pad against Mr. Xing’s Xbox is darling

But first, a break at ten

To clear the warehouse

FIFO is my principle

Before I proceed to embark on yogurt and cake

“Ooh Madeira you such a beauty pretty like a royal though there are a millions not to marry you I will still cling on the only one reason to be loyal”

Lunch if you take too long today I promise, revenge is not an option

Please give me time to arrange my folders slowly, precisely and accurate

Space here is the matter

Maybe  I should start with something light

A warm up before a jog ain’t a crime

Then proceed to something serious and strong

Capable of preventing a riot or revolution in the belly

“wow today is Wednesday”

Triple threat at Umlilo’s Urban

“ooh the way those double cheese burgers melt with sexiness like an Italian goddess n summer…”

Anyway a pass by Wingstop’s drive thru for some dunked wings

And the ice cream parlour  for some shakes and flakes

Before hunger loses its breaks

You know life it takes

But before it does, this hot dogs and kebabs shouldn’t live longer than I

Not to forget the pancakes and sandwiches I didn’t finish in the morning

Then slowly wash all that down with an energy drink

Before I take a nap

To realise the sun is waving into the horizon

Mum will be home again

To complain of the unwashed dishes

And to ask if I remembered to water the flowers

Of course I rarely do

“but mum I didn’t even get outside , I was too busy inside”

Then all that follows  are blubbers and clubbers from the kitchen sink

As I gnaw on the biscuits and waffles before they rot in the fridge little bro came with from school

Finally I’ll rest and in an hour or so, out of a mothers  love we’ll all stuff ourselves to her magic

Goddess of the cook pot

She should be sued for the broken bathroom scales and leaking bathtubs

No wonder dad’s always home early

No doubt  she is talented with a fine hand

Thank god for the absent allergies

So the turkey, ham, macaroni 

Ill have to fill the tanker

This journey is a whole flight time to London

So I’d rather not crash into a sea, forest or mountain from an empty tank

So I might still take yogurt and samosas as I catch up the movie

Nobody said its wrong to take different flavours at different times anyway

Anyway what I didn’t eat today, tomorrow’z always there

And ooh I miss terrific Tuesday and fantastic Fridays too

Before we pull the usual show at the family’s day out on Saturday the get together on Sunday at grannys’