Oh the sun doth gleam right STAB in my EYE!
Oh WHY do I do it to myself daily?!
A sadist maybe,
Hateful of all things restful…
The masochistic cackle of a psychotic break induced by this STRESSFUL life!
The nine to five is rife on this putrid passage to Hades
And it’ll cost you more than one gold coin. Try NINE!!!!!
…this is a poem I wrote on the commute to work in my previous life as a nine-to-five office bitch. It was winter, around 8.30am and the sun had just broken the horizon as my train made the journey from Bexhill to Eastbourne across the marshes. The most incredible hot-orange sun came pouring through the train window suddenly onto my face as my head was rested against the window still half asleep, and it stirred my soul. I was incredibly moved, longing to be sat wrapped in a blanket outside somewhere feeling wonderfully insignificant and at one with existence, smelling the air and just breathing, and at the same time angered by the interruption of my precious extra 20 minutes of resting my eyes before a tedious long day sat at a computer. I’d probably had about 4 hours sleep every night leading up to that moment for as long as I could remember. Memory being an expendable quality when every day is the same. Anyone who has ever worked nine to five doing anything they’re less than ecstatic about will understand. The continual dull haze that was my life. This poem is, above all else, a powerful reminder to myself of why I must succeed as a singer, and for everyone else - an understanding of why I will.