“What should I do when, on a tuesday morning next to you”
…I feel like I could kill the:
- English teacher of my child, or
- Ugly driver of the bus speeding us to work like cows to the abattoir, or
- Lobotomised moron telling me that yougsters and immigrants are « bloody » guilty , or
- Perfect body refusing to share this possibly last hour in bed with me, or
- Myself eating my heart out?
Shall I just sing you a song or… tell me if you please?
Oli.W.P. 