Wake
Piece of cake.
Not literally.
Get up
Piss
What can be
Easier than this?
Back to bed.
Pick up a book
Almost finished.
Into the kitchen.
Unwrap the chicken.
Time to cook.
'Breaking Bad'
DVD marathon
From the comfort
Of my own archchair
With no Queen's Speech.
Time for bed
Go for a shit
Christmas Day
That was it.
Alone's not sad
Fun to be had.
On my own.
That's how I got
Through the day.
A contented lonely bloke.
Dulwich Poet 2nd January 2015
(This is, basically how I spent my Christmas Day, at home on my own)
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