Wednesday, 30 March 2011


The day when he decides to do some washing

is like the previous week - it’s on a Monday

and, when he reads a book into the evening,

it’s recommended by his friendly book club

and, when he goes to meet his mates on Friday,

he starts to feel so pissed that he falls over.

On Saturday he swears he won’t repeat that;

he’s had enough of boozing and hangovers

deciding that it’s time to go teetotal

- a vision of a man who’s dry and sober –

until he hears from Geoff that last night’s party

was diamond – that they need to meet more often;

he hangs his head and prays for help, surrenders,

on Sunday when his week starts up again.


  1. Man that sounds like a couple of guys I know at the moment. great poem.

  2. What a sad way to lead one's life. When a poem touches my heart, I call it a good poem, and this one did. Thank you.