We’ve got a problem.

Today, ain’t got the time, the mood

the wherewithal, Sunshine.

The sun ain’t shining anyway

 -  almost forgot we had one

what with the rain, the wars and tele.

All the things to do

like putting clothes on and off

brushing teeth, back and forth to the loo

not to mention shopping, cooking,

cleaning, eating, cutting toes nails,

washing up, mowing the lawn.

And then the phone. Ah.

Socialising, communicating, living

virtually in the ethers

 - all that needs is money and time;

which  in turn requires an income

 of some sort: a job, welfare state, funds

saved, bartered, stollen...

Oh, and even then, a body.

Also, um, sleep. Time to, a place to…

 

Without the sunshine, Sunshine

we are nothing but blobs of nothing.

Bits of self invented un-science

a closed system without a context.

Apart from the vacuum.

 

Breathing in and out

and keeping the blood running

seems a meaningless priority -

when that isn’t postponable.

Or detachable.

 

But, it will have to wait

as there is no chance today, Sunshine.

Look. We can have a review or report,

write a book, make a programme

we can seek feedback, let a think tank

- or a gaggle of scientists

make recommendations;.

we can promise, wheel and deal,

work out the cost

or prevaricate, pass the can ad inf.

Scape-goating, blaming the opposition

and concocting distractions

the classic strategy of losers.

Today, whichever day it is, is no good.

Sunshine!