Working hard for the money.

Working a double shift. Stuck at the coalface. Working for the man. The man said, cheers for working a double shift, here, at the coalface. Have some chocolate cake. So I did. Because sometimes when things get a bit too real something is needed to dull the pain. You can sit back and judge if you will, but then you just don’t get it. You never will. Go and enjoy your Saturday night – your Christmas parties, your soirees, your light-hearted, oh-twee-isn’t-life-wonderful celebrations and I’ll be the one keeping everything together. Alone. On at double shift. Right here (the coalface).