gettin’ up in the mornin’
“where are my fags?”
while the kettle’s boilin’
I need those first few drags
before I eat my breakfast
“what happened to my book?”
fiction’s better than the news
it improves the day’s outlook
gotta get some bread ‘n milk
“where’d I put my purse?”
must be fallout from the lockdown
that’s why my memory’s getting’ worse
however,
“where are my keys?”
is somethin’ I no longer say
in my flat or in my garden
that’s where I prefer to stay
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