And so it's time before I go to bed
To do my diary, though it's easier not
But I'd rather do it now than to dread
Tomorrow, knowing it was in the pot
Of tasks. Time's short, especially Fridays. Got
To be free far as possible, enjoy
The weekend, break loose, just be free to float
So I'll do this now, though I'm a bad boy
Not eaten this evening, I used the ploy
Of beer as a reward, and that's instead
Of food, and now my stomach's in a knot
It's making noises, trying to destroy
My peace of mind. Got sardines though. If fed
On those quickly now, I might gain comfort
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