HOUSE – SITTING FOR MILLIONARES
I shut the fridge door
And walked back to the sofa, laughing.
Earlier in the day
I’d been lying on the floor
Of the surf shed I’d been living in.
And I’d been damn happy there.
But now in the evening
I was making ice cream sundaes
With strawberries and vodka and Irish cream,
lounging around a beautiful house
In a silk robe.
There were vineyards all around me,
And Monty the dog was lying in her bed,
Surrounded by pink fleece blankets,
Getting ready for her steak dinner.
“ha!” I shouted. “what a joke it all is!”