One Of Those Days

Some days it’s toast and jam,
cream on the porridge.
Today is not like that.
It is one of those days:
the butter is too hard to scrape;
there is a funny light;
you fall over the dog.
It is a day when you age:
a weariness sits on your soul.
So here we are, barely 10
and I’m drowning in self-pity
and the cloud will not lift.
There is nothing else for it:
I’m going to go outside and shout -
Get fucked all you fuckin’ fuckers