Remember when you were a kid and
you thought working for a living was fun?
Sitting behind your travel agency and
putting plastic coins in your till, acting like
a tiny adult in your plastic world with your
plastic kitchen oven and washing machine,
teaching your dolls their ABCs, putting
plastic food in your plastic shopping basket,
pretending to eat with your plastic cutlery,
because it was interesting and new.
But adulthood is repetition. Adulthood is
buying toilet roll and running out of toilet roll
and going food shopping and washing up
and deciding and eating and commuting
and buying toilet roll and running out of toilet roll
and sitting and paying and waiting for the weekend
and shopping and making appointments and
washing clothes and cleaning and remembering
appointments and running out of toilet roll
and making packed lunches and buying toilet roll
and running out of toilet roll.
