I have a condition,
Not a serious one, don’t get to worried, not contagious either
Apparently it’s quite common, they assured me.
What’s wrong?
Oh nothing really, just feel a bit weird some weeks,
Yeah, like a cold, but maybe a bug, maybe it’s nothing.
I hear one’s going round these days.
True, a lot of people get it,
But this is different.
Well all the usual ones.
I’m just a bit worried about where things are going these days.
But I do love to dance when I’m all alone sometimes
And I’m a sucker for old films
Kind of scared of dying every now and again
But I’m only young
I am a serial moment-ruiner by the way
Don’t like those new speed bumps
And I can’t kiss with chewing gum in.
Did I mention I was addicted to networking sites?
Myspace is dead I hear.
I’m a little bit narcoleptic too,
Then some weeks I can’t sleep at all.
Normalcy seems to escape me regularly,
I’m pretty much a layabout, couch potato type,
But I can’t find the time to sit down these days,
Too much on you see.
My arms ache from all the hugging I’ve been doing.
I’ve had a birthday, an anniversary, and a funeral this week,
Wedding in the next.
And I ride a bike, fancy that, with my eyesight and all.
The environment’s important of course, definitely.
But I can’t find the energy to recycle, all that plastic
Seems a bit of waste.
Always wanted to go deep sea fishing, or be a bee-keeper,
Think I might study law next year, finally get back to school.
And music too, I’ve always played the piano.
Confusing having this weather in May though.
Like all the politics we all hear about,
I could be a politician,
I was a postman for a while
But got a little worried about the paper-cuts
And the dogs too.
Always been more of a cat person
Less hair.
Never been to a zoo, either,
Never had the time.
Did I say I had a condition?
Ben x
(C) Copyright Ben Galley 2009
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