Drown In The Sea (Revised)

Salted pumpkin pips taste so vile nobody over-

eats these terrible munchies, sure, they make a

satisfying enough crunch under the teeth but all

appreciation ceases as the nose acclimates to

whiffs of strangely rancid oil, they’ll last a week,

indeed become my new staple at work –

Over one hurdle & slow mastication begins, then

on to the next, oh, you realise how bored I am

with airport documents, I feed on devilish pips to

stay awake, stuck to a computer console as the

centre of attention – how can anybody not see

how bland life is when stuck in this routine

Earning a holiday for some future date by which

time the pains and aches are so bad, I’ll hobble

on the beach to drown in the sea?

2 May 2013