Written by: Scott Anderson

Like two ticks off a midnight,when the minutes drag for days,
my life was in a shamble and my mind was just a daze.

It started Monday morning after I had been retrenched,
The water pipes had burst and all my furniture was drenched.

Tuesday saw my naked out the front without a key,
Amid the smoke and rubber where my car's supossed to be.

N' Wednesday was the night that my old buddy says to me,
The girl I've seen for eighteen months' been seeing him for three.

A stroll down to the local for a "strong" one seemed the call,
'Cept happy hour'd been cancelled and was now the monthly brawl.

Friday all I did was wear an icepak on my head,
In terror knowing that it could be worse....I could be dead.