I'd make you an omelette but there's no you
So I'll eat it instead - how about that?
I'll make it with cheese and mushrooms, imbue
It with some flavour, stop it going flat
By shaking the pan, cover it in fat
No, vegetable oil, I mean. Hunger
Is growing as I write this on my pad
It's a hunger that will soon be over
Well, maybe for an hour or two, till the
Daylight returns, when it all starts anew
I could do with somebody in this flat
Sometimes, but most of the time I don't care
It's me time until 2022
Who cares if that makes me a selfish tw*t!
Fri 22 Oct
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