There's not much Light in here.
Yes, the sun's out,
But our house conspires against it,
Leaving us in a permaglow
Of low-wattage. The sounds of free sky channels
The little proper light at midday.
The bills are astronomical,
But at least most rats like our hovel.
i'll park my arse on the knack'red old chair
After walking back down the path on the hill;
he's already splayed across the sofa,
Still ill,
Laughing at Ed Byrne.
(The T.V's shit. He turned it off, favouring stand-up sets on youtube)
"Innit-Do. Getme-Do." - We're on to lenny Henry.
We failed to notice it got dark outside,
'Cos he's been monged for much the day
And in the warm and orange, synthetic glow,
Watching Live at the Apollo,
I'm not really bothered.
"Andy Murray-Do."
End clip.
"Shall we play Mortal Kombat?"
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