Cheese

I think my minds made of cheese

full of little holes

I’d like to tear my life up

like a pack of toilet rolls

I wish I could just start again

I’m not asking for thrills

I’d be happy with a book of verse

and a Jar of those tiny pills.

Easy to tell other what to do

harder to convince One’s-self

‘Life is what you make it’

Mother said; ‘At-least you have your health’

I want those little Ice lollies

I want to go to School

I want to play kiss-chase

I want to act-the-fool.

I want to be a pilot

fly so far away

I want to land on Jupiter

I no-longer wish to stay.