Since when did the weekend
Become such a drag
Through the mud-sodden,
Down-trodden
Lack of hashtag
Merely lagging behind
The industrialized
Celebration of making it
More civilized
Advertised for the rest
To behold such success
And to flaunt its extravagance
Fanciest dress
To get messed up in public
With no consequences
Except apprehended's
Outlandish expenses
Now palisade fences
Like barricades render me
Stultified, dead inside
Life I pretend to be
Life of the party no more,
Who is that?
Former specter of my
Sordid, unsorted past
Which I long to remember
Its tenderest moments
The days I could actually love
Earnest romance
Seem now altogether
As severed from my
Memory as forever
Awaits me to die