Orange Juice

There is only one drop of orange juice left.
I’ve never loved like this before
I‘m gasping, unsatisfied, and oh so bereft
But I refuse to leave the floor.

The door seems like an eternity away
And when you open it you see
A wasteland, Soulless vacant bay
And that’s not great for me.

And then you have to go down stairs,
And sidle towards the fridge
Ignore malicious invisible stares
Then jump a broken bridge

Fight fires as I reached the kitchen
Swim the wild seas of my living room
My thirst, my motivation itching
As I immerse in perpetual gloom

To get my delicious orange drink
As my head lulls to the left slightly
My throat parches, as I think
My complexion pales, its so unsightly

Maybe I’m not thirsty
Maybe I’m just friendless
And need a mate to immerse me
In laughter that is endless

Either that or -

I just cant be bothered getting up..
I bet I’d get concussion.
But if this is one empty cup
Then this is one damn cosy cushion.