ho'hum,

waiting for my jacket spud to cook,
then i'll go do my week-end shop.

was thinking:
all week,
i live on jacket-spud with baked-beans,
and porridge,
that's it.

with a toasted sandwich containing cheese and egg for work.

then week-end,
it's a casserole',
containing an assortment of veggies,
and more jacket spuds.

that would make anybody miserable wouldn't it?

convicted rapists and smack-heads eat better than i do.

but i'm not bitter.

really,
i just wish that i could walk away from it all.
well,
run actually.


have my own little cardboard space somewhere,
away from the humdrum,
people,
life,
and society,
live quietly,
and anonymously,
and serve out this penal hell.
no escaping big brother though eh?

PS,
she,
don't go there eh?