My Enthusiasm
my enthusiasm comes in waves like a pulsing tidal surge dragging down my inner shanty town, filling my head with dead tuna and blissfully unaware holiday makers too busy sunbathing to realise the ‘big kahuna’ was coming to wash their debt-ridden arses away whoosh!!! my enthusiasm is stone cold instantly overnight when I feel I need a car jack to lift my bent spine off the couch, when my unenthusiastic self finds that the further I walk my face gets closer and closer to the ground and my hearing fades, and my eyes concave making me squint like a mole trying to thread a needle in the dark my enthusiasm really tanks when I’m publicly flanked by influencers and socialists and pub singer vocalists trying to sing ‘I Will Survive’ in a way that makes me want to cut my throat, when my enthusiasm’s high I showboat, spectacularly spitting peculiars that could tickle the toes o...
