Waiting for my vaccine,
Waiting for a
jab,
Scuttling around
my lonely flat
Like a homeless
hermit crab
Watching bollocks
on the box
About unshaven
actors
Fighting inner
demons.
It's all a load
of cobblers
Pissed up, pissed
off,
Locked down
and burned out,.
Gazing through
the window
At the birds down there
Feeding on the
feeder
at least They can fly away.
Lucky little
bleeders
I have another
drink and.
Wonder what
I see?
A spirrel or
a quarrakeat?
In the garden
tree
do I see a sedge
harrow?
A coldwinch,
a pood region
Or a
fartling?
I don't know.
I don't care.
I wander round.
From room to
room
Not going anywhere
Waiting for
my vaccine,
Waiting for a jab,
Rattling
around my lonely flat,
Like a homeless hermit crab
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