A Page a Day

February's here With darkened days and counting down Hiding in a secret sack Never getting these days back The second week is gone All my debts in front of me Grinning like a sickly aunt Who wants to kiss but I just can't I waste another one Getting rid of body hair Drinking only grapefruit juice I don't get out so what's the use Four weeks of my life Twenty eight pages bare Four weeks of my life Twenty eight pages bare I could have made a change I could have hitched or found a job Or wrote a book or wrote a song Or met someone who turned me on Or stole a car or made a noose Or cut my hair or stowed away The month has gone and here I lay