Toast
It is what it is
But what exactly is it?
It’s a bit like a weight that’s not supposed to sit
It’s quite ok to feel like this
It’s quite ok to feel like sh*t
When the classrooms’ ready poppin’ but no ones belly’s been filled
And your partners’ moanin’ that it’s a bit too loud for the call with his colleague
That he still needs to get paid
Then the Teams ring sounds and tears sting your eyes

Even though by 9.15 you’ve already cried

Cos the rings on your phone now the laptops’ occupied

And you scramble and stumble to answer the call

And there’s just no way to do do it all

But you just have to try

Cos the answers to questions have finally run dry

So we just have to wait

And do the best that we can

More tears more fears and much less of a plan

Planning’s now obsolete

Bout’ as pointless as Bojo

And and now I’ve burned the toast

F*** sake, I gotta go.