The Pyjamas

The Pyjamas And you have your pyjamas on and think is this the way they are going to find me tomorrow so you get up change into a clean one The green one that looks lively like someone about to join a party that was delayed by a sudden death. “Doesn’t he look lovely? Did you know his tan came from a bottle? Vain but otherwise he was ok, his habit of folding a sock in his crotch to give the impression he was well endowed, ludicrous should someone showing an interest. Nevertheless, he always gave me a lift when I was going into town, he asked for nothing only that I let him touch my breasts, he gave me 20 Euros. I didn’t ask for the money- I’m not a whore- he just liked me.” Look at him in his casket my sister used to clean his house once a week and take clothes to the laundry, she always doubled the bill I think he knew but never let on he did. Then it was morning, I had a hot shower tested the blood sugar Normal as usual but I’m bored of eating so much cabbage.