Time
too much time
post Christmas stationary time
you have no clue what day it is
your time zone has shifted to 'Pacific Standard Time'
you're out of bed by midday
yet yawning all afternoon
lounging around in your pj's
you can't even see the telly
because of the heaps of wrapping paper all over the floor
you haven't been out for three days
you've forgotten how to open the lounge curtains
there are piles of sweaty laundry everywhere
people simply chosing to wear their least-worst looking things
yesterdays attempt at tea is still on the table
if you want to eat using a plate
you must select one from the huge unwashed pile on the draining board
and run it under the tap
you're sick of chocolate - even the stuff you bought for yourself
even the dog won't eat anymore turkey
you've forgotten what bathing is and even the woman have stubble
you sit in a level of squalor a student wouldn't endure - if you were a house you'd be condemned
...and demolished
but you're with the ones you love
you've had a fantastic Christmas
full of joy and happiness
and presents
and food
and you sit
waiting for the one amongst you
the one who's had enough
and so who gets up
and addresses the rest,
shouting...
"Enough!
We need to tidy up!"
