Simple Payday

A new page a new day, why must we all wake from our dreams,

My dream is to one day become a page on which to write my new place,

Among the aristo’s and wino’s alike, sipping on amber couloured dew from an oversized bastoo,

A made up name for a made up place, ohh I like it here we say,

You must come again, why, that would be grand, how is next weekend,

Until that day I shall wait and contemplate my ever-increasing grey,

From here until then I wish you the best, and hope that like me you do not succumb to the increasingly hard to understand,

For I am the master of all and scholar of none, I live in this world as the Rodney of the plums,

Tip my hat and my glass shall follow, whimsy at the choice ahead I choose to pursue, I hope to have the gumption to recall what I once knew.

Until that day I will be forever in your gratitude, put 50 on the next favourite or be fecked, he’s bound to provide you with a solid 2nd.