saturday morning me//
need a xanax cocktail/been out early running errands/
all that's out that time of day are hookers/dealers/
and young guys in trucks riding my bumper/
chew of bacca in their jaw/number 3 on the window/
i kick off shoes and bra/have another cuppa with hubby/
he's playing tim buckley on guitar/so twist it up/
i'm home at last/safe in the sanctity of our bubble/
and all's right with our world/
so how about you?