Sunday. I am so tired.
My dreams are feeling down
I am out of wine and out of love
And all my friends are out of town.
I wish I could catch a thought
Just the teeniest mouse of one
And fling it about and show it around
Lick my paws clean in the sun.
But my dreams they have gone moldy
My head has gone awol
And my heart insists on some silly old tune
Blues in A major, quite droll.
So I’m sorry, dear ladies and gentlemen
Today is a quiet day.
I’ll do my best to waste it away
Eat sushi, read novels and play.