Ian Copestick writes

Depressing Sunday Night

It's a pretty depressing Sunday night

As we are moving into Winter

Pitch black at 5 O'Clock and

Due to the fog, not a star to be seen

I hate these cold, dark, endless nights

Nothing, nothing, nothing

Just stay at home and watch

The same old garbage

That passes for T.V.

This is life, it's all there is

Our one and only shot

So what do we do?

We waste it, murder the days

And the individual hours

We just throw them all away

Someday on my deathbed

In hopefully a hundred years

I will look back at this

Depressing Sunday night

And curse the fact that

There are no more left

But for now I just wish

That it was over

Then I can

Complain about

Monday mornings

Instead

 

 The Way Watching TV - Engin Yuksel