Sic Transit Gloria in Praesentem Diem


This day is dead.
It keeled over during Bargain Hunt. I had to drag it up to bed.
Despite the efforts of the world to wake it from its fitful sleep,
The revving cars, the running children squealing pig-like in the street,
Its life just ebbed away.
So ends another curtailed day.
Later, as the neighbours watch,
I’ll bury it in Teachers’ scotch.

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