No.38

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Mondays fill with mayhem

With those who’ve had enough;

Whose vapid lives of tedium

Are now most like to end.

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Tuesday, thick with loathing,

From those who lived the night.

Regrets crowd out our memories

Recounting our failings.

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Wednesdays are a wake-up,

The week’s begun anew;

The downhill-slide to hopefulness

Sipped from half-filled cup.

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Thursday, give thanks to god,

Although we don’t believe

Survival now seems possible

Lift dragging heel, don’t plod.

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Friday: those toothy smiles

Week-ending platitudes

Now bare your fangs at those who’ve shared

Won’t see them for a while.

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No.38

Erik Kaisson, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

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