Friday, 28th May 2021

The troll and the minion holding dominion over them all
Like slugs on rugs, or slouches on couches
But no drinking
No stinking locks on the door
Pay the toll before you can roll one up
And smoke outside
The dirty floor
Shoes off before you tread
Upstairs to escape
The dead eyes glued to TV lies
Keep on growing with unknowing
Going and throwing her boyfriend out
Of the car on the motorway
'Cause he stayed out too late
Or left the toaster out on the kitchen top
Or didn't do the washing up, or didn't mop
The dirty floor
As her laundry fills up the drum
It's always there
As a reminder
That she doesn't care
That no-one's exists apart from her
Another monologue to vent
The audience all pay rent
But all that's spent is their energy and patience
A complacent patient
Needing an operation
Dilapidation of body and mind
To be cruel and unkind
Glad to be out
Throw away the soap
And deodorant
Opera