living beyond my means.physically.

i don't imagine that there's too much wrong with me really.
but,
working nights?
okay i like nights.
out in all weathers?
always on the go?
a twenty minute route march?
every night?
to and from work?
and it's one fucking big hill after a night's work.
i'm just old.


i must admit that a little bit of pleasure wouldn't go a miss.
nothing too strenuous,
and/or dirty.
i don't have the capacity to partake of fun.
but a little bit of nice would be,
well,
nice.

Who'd frolic with you, you fucking relic?

Come on, Tone, wouldn't you give him a reacharound?

i just long for a day when i am able to pay off this place,
and walk.

or die.
that would be nice to.

better in fact.

cos they couldn't keep this place going.

bert,
i worry about you sometimes.