Blues In Baddow Church Porchway

Cos I am tired and stinking
Want a wash, a shave and a shower
But I don’t have an hour
To spare from drinking.

My partner yells I’m no-one,
Shakes my books at me, and howls
I haven’t washed the towels.
Nothing’s fun.

I leave the house, starte walking,
Can’t cope with copious talking
Cooping me, cowing me,
Owning, downing, slaying me,
Life isn’t happening,
Life is just waylaying me.

And now in Baddow churchyard
Sitting in the the dark porch
I wish I’d a torch
For the stones stare hard.