"Existence"

What did you do today?
I got up...and will go to bed.
For the bit inbetween
Not much to be said.
The pretence of wanting to know
How low I go?
So read on my friend
An average day for me
From start to end.
Well I saw the bald bloke behind the door
As my trousers sank to the floor.
Just something less solitary
Than a lonely wank
An anonymous toilet blow job
Is how low my Sunday sank.
Now I'm in no rush to get home
Riding Croydon Tramlink all alone.
I've got my notebook
And pen in hand
Observing you 'normal' folk
Doing the bland.
Out in the shops drizzly rain
Sports Direct Primark
Feel your chavvy pain.
Sunday lunch is a Big Mac
And diet coke with a straw
Such is the lot
Of the South London poor.
Tired old Asian man
With your rainbow umbrella
Are you secretly dreaming
Of having a fella?
All of that is by the by
As I'm undressing the blonde
Bloke opposite with my eye.
Shame you can't see him
Mid twenties and cute
And he's all of mine
For the rest of the route!
That'll be Wimbledon
Time to change
Though in all honesty
He's out of my range.
Over to British Rail
And up to town
Off to the jewel
In the poetry crown
Time to change my books once more
At the Saison Library on the fifth floor.
From there I'll cross the river
Go for a stroll
Before a long lazy bus ride back
To my Sydenham shithole.
And that's basically how
My Sunday's been spent
A simple existence
Rather than an event.

Dulwich Poet 13th October 2013

(This is, basically, how I spent my day today, after I left my flat in the early afternoon)