All I would like to do is go and play in the sun.
Instead of studying,
And having no fun.
The sun splits the clouds
high above Glasgow today
where it’s warm and crisp.
Sure you’ll have the pale thugs, shirts off,
drinking from bottles of monks,
but nothing makes a Weedgie sing
like when the sun is out near the end of spring.
Enough with the shit poetry. On a more serious note…
Instead of experiencing the lovely sunshine I’ve been stuck studying HBO and working. Absolute gutter of the highest order.