I’m fed up of you!

Since I reached 40 you seem to be fixated with me

You hide my car keys, change my friend’s names and add sugar to my curry

You humiliate me in public, the public is now accustomed

My brain is like a sinkhole when you’re hoovering around me

I tried energy drinks, notepads and even scribbles all over my body

What have I done to you, can’t you just eat dog food?!

My boss has me on his angry side

My mother thinks I no longer care

The concierge is my lifesaver, and charges me a fare

I’ll report you to the Police next time another dirty trick you dare…..

Fot you are My Forgetfulness, and I’ll chase you back, I swear!!

The End.