Weekday Rituals.
365 days a year and so many spent working
Oh, the endless length of each week till it weakly ends and brings the weekend
Weekly Rituals....
Monday
morning
mundane
mourning
masticated
moments
from the weekend
on my tongue lay
and punchclocks
hold no rum!
~ Tuesday's a
boo-hoo-day
your butt put
to the
screws day
just another
bluesday
have to wear
tight shoes day
nothing's ever
new day
cause its only
been just two days
my weekend's
three more
mourns away
and I must get past... ~ Wednesday
deadest day
holds the most
regret it ways
to move like a
lead ass day
feels just like
a frump day
hump day
chump day ` Thursday i'm
thirsty for a good
stiff drink hey
cursed day
worst day
waiting for the
purse day
cause
tommorrow
brings the big pay ~ Friday
my day
fly day
I'll buy day
kiss the job
goodbye day
payday
yay day
let's get out
and play day ~ Saturday's
a fatterday
nothing much
the matter day
joy is on
my platterday
bed is my
best friend
sleep in
until ten
wish it'd
never end
but yet
a sadder
day though
when it's done
and then the
next day
has begun ~ Sunday
funday
perfect
number one day
getting nothing
done day
memories
are spun day
right before
that shunned day
we all know as..... ~ Monday
mundane
mourning
comes hard
without warning
sleep bags
are adorning
eyes that miss
that one day
spent out
in the sun day
weekend's come
undone day ~ And so it goes
times fifty-two
Monday's and
then there's
Tuesdays
many tasks
to pay your dues
Wed to work
and Thursday
is a smirk day
till Friday is
an open door
to Saturday
a gladder day
a barb-b-qued
meat platter day
then
Sunday is
the grunge day
wash the car
and sponge day
into hammocks
plunge day
but too soon it's
a done day then it's
back to
Monday
mundane....
morning....
mourning
Arrrgggggghhhh!!!
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
