Monday morning, I wake
\nTo the incessant complaining meows
\nOf the neighbour’s cat,
\nGiving voice to the fact
\nThat I haven’t given her breakfast.
\nIt may sound strange
\nBut it’s become our ritual
\nFor her to have another breakfast
\nWhile I have coffee.<\/p>\n
I notice that pretty much everything hurts
\nAs I peel away from the bed
\nAnd I sigh as I silently chastise myself
\nFor working yet another weekend,
\nBut I know in my soul
\nThat I’ll undoubtedly do so again, and soon.<\/p>\n
It’s the curse you see, of the self employed,
\nThe ever present background fear
\nThat they’ll never work again,
\nThat forces us to say yes
\nTo the all but impossible.
\nYes, I’ll do this job even though
\nI’m fully booked.
\nYes, I’ll work the weekend. Yes, yes, yes, the perennial yes man.<\/p>\n
I shuffle down to the kitchen
\nDoing a rendition of a zombie
\nFrom the walking dead as I do.
\nI open the fridge,
\nTake the tupperware container
\nAnd tip the smelly tuna into a bowl.
\nThe kettle goes on and in a few minutes
\nI’m sitting on the front step
\nWatching the cat, Puka, so called
\nBecause she’s white as a ghost,
\nas she devours tuna steak,
\nAnd I think to myself that I work weekends
\nSo I can afford to feed the neighbour’s cat
\nIn the style to which she has become accustomed.
\nThen I console myself
\nThat the coffee is good,
\nHot and expensive.<\/p>\n
After all,
\nIf I’m going to work myself to death
\nThere should be perks.
\nThe phone rings and in seconds
\nI’ve already said ‘yes, I can’.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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