when the mind is strong but the flesh is weak.and my fuckin feet...............

mooching and moping;
doing nothing.
going nowhere.
and seeing nobody.
because i can't be bothered.

i thought i might turn the heating up,
get the tiger balm,
and give my legs a good rub,
but guess what.
i just can't be fuckin bothered.

so,
listless,
lifeless,
and lethargic.

i suppose that there are things around the house that i could do.
nothings hurting.
nothing desperate.
the house isn't about to collapse around me.

maybe it's mr.mj's lethargy,
that threw mj into a rage.
and their situation bears absolutely no resemblance at all to our's.

the mood of this place is tired,
soured,
defeated,
beaten and run down.

not one spark of life between us.

i'm sure,
that like me,
they yearn for a way out.
no,
not that one.
but how?
where?
when all hope is gone.

and my fuckin feet.
i'm not cold.
AT all.
but my feet feel like ice.

i just looked out of the window,
and breathed a deep sigh.

i bet if one of us won the lottery,
we STILL wouldn't know what to do.

tired.

so tired.

just had a lie down,
nodded off,
woke up feeling peckish,
and my legs.
jesus!
and there's nothing physically wrong with me.
nor mentally probably.
just a whittle arse cnut.

life eh?

well,
i've bought myself some cod liver oil,
and some orange juice.
all i need now,
is a screw topped jar.

my legs.
when i'm lying in bed,
my body screams,
but when i get up,
and start moving around,
it isn't so bad.
but we all have to sleep sometime.

time for night nurse i reckon.
wtf,
i'll have a dollop tmorra.