bills, from strangers uncaring demand things
telephones ring endlessly, cold callers full of enthusiasm
takeaway leaflets promising forbidden delights
which when explored, deliver cold lifeless porridge
e-bay saviour of the psyche, Christmas every three days
news reader delivers bad tidings with a desultory smile
weather girl grinning expounds tidal news of epic proportions
she wonders what she'll cook for tea, and if 'he'll' be there?
Drinking wine and thinking your life is much better
from the bottle bottom, you start envying the cat
and so to bed, dreaming dreams of unfulfilled nothing...