Friday, March 15, 2013

That Never Ending Friday


 
How we live for that same pathetic day
All week long, every week, that same day


When we are deloused of the loathsome flea
Of grubby offices draining us with its phone and fax


All week long, every week, that same pathetic day
Hangs out her unchanging tits like a dolled up hooker


Seducing every dead-beat Friday drunk, you made
With love into a newest friend and closest confidant,


Yet how Friday becomes another Monday in your mind
The hands on that awful clock have nothing but time


And yet, they sing on and on, eluding and denying
Always…The Answer, The Answer, The Answer..


Still, How we always live for that same pathetic day
All week long, every week, every year, that same day…..