My life will never be the same again.
“I’m losing my mind!” I text my friend N
“Write it, sketch it, thoughts you should pen.”
There’s nothing to tell, I think
It’s snowing nonstop, I’m on the brink.
This weather is unusual they all said
It’ll get better, it’s all in your head.
Look for work, the economy is great!
Where do you even start, it’s like going on a blind date.
“I’m a communications professional,” I say
“Okay, but do you even speak any UK?”
We can talk about this wretched weather if you like
Over a nice cup of tea, biscuit on the side?
Blue Planet or Madam May
Corbyn, Brexit, your NHS delay?
Let’s go for a walk! To my spouse I moan
“It’s freezing out, you’re on your own!”
I toy with it for half an hour
Screw it, brave the cold over staying sour.
There’s eerie silence on the street
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