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