Fuck the weekend's over, gotta get up
Fuck the working days with their stressing demands
Fuck the stressing hours slugging ever ever slowly
Fuck the passage of time for robbing me of my weekend
Thank fuck for the weekend
Thank fuck for Saturday, finally reprieve
Thank fuck for Sunday, divine mandate against work
Fuck no to Monday, first of the dismal procession
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
