Picking my nose thinking it couldn't get worse than this

Don't look at me like you don’t know what live music is;
don't look at me like you don't know how to dance.

It’s been said that the billion dollar rollover won’t be won by everyone.
If I do though, I’d choose you over thirty years in the Bahamas laughing.
We’d snuggle in a bird's nest warehouse and take our baths in cathedrals instead.
We’d hold our nose, we’d dive unclothed; we’d exist under the weight of the bathwater’s bubble sting.

I know it’s venom knowing that Steve Irwin’s gone but we haven’t learnt our lesson in forgetting we should forget where we started,
listening to each other like hearts would
intently.

Please, stop spending money so easily ‘cos the bank man will start charging soon. He’s in the building now and knows where my desk is.

The only time I genuinely smile
is when I see you through bulletproof glass.
If this were a comedy I doubt anyone would laugh.

Tragic, but it is.  

Bloody Mondays.