This week just more.
Four ******* and three *******.
Seven *******.

Monday.
What a troll.
To dine upon our very soul.
A day to begin
but represents the end
of our sycophantic stroll.

Tuesday
You *****.
******* clad and ******* off the rich.
The day of the week when
one knows it's ****.
To purvey the bodies towards the ditch.

Wednesday
You ambiguous sadist
Concentrated on us first.
A day to retort
to make the best of it. Ridiculous!
Remove this cyst!

Thursday
You stealer of time and strumpet
Shove one's face into the line of trumpet.
Love. Hug. Shoulder. Cry.
Let it hang Let it hang.
And drown the sorrows in the crumpet.

Friday you thief of company.
Party and Party! No!
Alcohol clings to my ***** down low.
Hang on to her waist.
Never let go.
Ensure that you do it so.

Saturday.
How we have gotten here was a mystery.
Lost my consol of my history.
Rub my head.
Stroke my neck.
We're lacking in consistency.

Sunday.
You sweet little thing.
How dare I insult you.
It's time to go to bed. To sleep.
For by morning's rise...
Morning's rise...