It’s like midday,
it’s teenage o’clock
OMG
tripping, am I wicked or wot?
Washing up,
still piled high in the sink,
What do you
mean, didn’t I stop and think?
The
dishwasher’s full, duh, you know it’s clean
Empty it?
What on earth do you mean?
Pasta? You’re
joking? To start the day, just mad!
I’ll have
cereal first so it won’t be so bad
Yeah I’ll
come shopping, you can buy me some gear
Just wait a
minute, I’m not finished here
I need a
shower, do Facebook, and gel up my hair
Get dressed
in some rad clothes so people don’t stare
Text mates
to tell them what I’m going to do
Search under
several piles to find a missing shoe
Oh God does
the bruv have to come as well
Shopping
with him is my idea of hell
Whaddya
mean? It’s what you say and I’ve got no choice?
I’m
practically a man, and I have a voice
I can make
a stand, I know what to do
Yeah I know
you’re busy – can’t you see I am too?!
Ok, I can
see you’re angry, I’m sorry, I’ll come
Just give
me ten minutes and…
I love you mum!
