Mondays fill with mayhem

With those who’ve had enough;

Whose vapid lives of tedium

Are now most like to end.


Tuesday, thick with loathing,

From those who lived the night.

Regrets crowd out our memories

Recounting our failings.


Wednesdays are a wake-up,

The week’s begun anew;

The downhill-slide to hopefulness

Sipped from half-filled cup.


Thursday, give thanks to god,

Although we don’t believe

Survival now seems possible

Lift dragging heel, don’t plod.


Friday: those toothy smiles

Week-ending platitudes

Now bare your fangs at those who’ve shared

Won’t see them for a while.



Erik Kaisson, 2017







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