Another Monday Problem.

Following the other salmon workers,
In their daily struggle,
As they swim towards their spawning,
Or is it fawning?
Yawning grounds,
For the day.

Dog owners constitute their dogs.
Eagerly awaiting each deposit with little plastic bag full of shit.
And I wonder what do the dogs think of it all.

Tomorrows glamour stars sit around discussing past,
Present,
And future boyfriends,
And what so-and-so did last weekend.
Did she really.
Nooooo!

Awaiting yesterdays hero’s,
As they rise from last nights excesses,
In the piss smelling shop doorways,
To continue the days business,
With an upturned cup,
Or cap,
For coins to stop the cravings.

It’s then that I remember what it was that I forgot.
Hurry home.
To be met by that effervescent morning light,
In a house full of gentle warmth and toast smells.
And it becomes difficult to leave again.