Today was split in two, as my sober head turned to the side.
I bowed my head as if to the sky.
Tomorrow was withstanding.
I will have a cry, give do or die,
Have you had your tea ?
Did you get topped up?
It does not come in a cup.
It quikly takes over.
Tea is not a downer, rather a slow withering pain.
Tea is not a downer on a warm or heavy day.
I've only one thing to say, I've only one thing to write.
"I should not drink Earl Grey".