Saturday Morning Breakfast Show

Unfortunate positions

That I have held

They pale in to insignificance

Now that I have experiences

A Saturday that's cold and black

Is not the same

And sulfur black rings around the eyes (ice?)

All leave black rings around the eyes

Oh and how I long to be elsewhere

And start again

I leave behind all I despise

All the way

On Saturday

You think you cut me down to size

Who the fuck are you to criticize?

And I'll set a day to get away

And start again

But I, I'm not one for long goodbyes

All the way

On Saturday