I hate weekly food shopping
I feel sometimes like topping
myself, I’d enjoy hopping
around on one leg for a week, or lopping
my legs off at the knees, be seen bopping
to the music of Chrissie Hynde, or belly-flopping,
off the Eiffel Tower, chopping
down an endangered rainforest, or mopping
up vomit on an emergency room floor, toppling
headfirst over the grand canyon, even popping
around to get advice from Donald Trump,
Instead, I'm sat here in the car sobbing and sopping
The wife says there’s no way “that shopping is stopping”.
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