The fiscal year is coming to an end so... It’s ground hog day Rise and shine Mary guides your way Around the curfuffle Created by a vacuum Of domestic boom Piercing ray Illuminating the misty nicotine spray Dialing out a photon code Asking for someone to save my soul Plaque already accumulating Before scrubbed by Oral-Bs blistering speed Reaching down In search of underwear That won’t betray my respectability In front of the ScotRail landing committee Laptop, keys and professional regalia All lobbed With haphazard abandon Into jet black storage container Better call an Uber This lethargy stricken toad Cannot get his hide out the hold Without the social pressure Of a declining number Another four days In a pen Being berated by little old men Solpadol savages and caustic gremlins who hide in the corners Of the Highlands tortured flora Thinking back to halycon days Where a job was a distant memory and bi-weekly commune with an employment adviser Reminded me I needed to try harder Credit card debt Declining self-respect All run contrary To my inclining financial sanctuary But I’ll beat it I’ll do it So my mother can smile at the memory Of a son with a hell of a lot of money