The day is now, lasting for a while.
How long you ask? Long enough I reply.
I can hear the heavy metal pile driver smashing metal into the ground.
I'm tired coz I never slept well. I need a coffee to get wired.
And I'm doing this poem now for my new book, out in 6 months time.
How many poems will be in it then? A few or a lot?
How many cups of coffee will I have drunk by December?
One thing is sure, I'll still hate Robbie Williams!
WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT PART 2 - WHERE DO YOU THINK WE ALL WILL BE TOMORROW?
By Nick Armbrister.