Tuesday has to be
the worst thing that is thrown at me,there is a lack of fun when Monday's done and Tuesday rises up to be,the zombie that walks inside of me.

It starts okay but then breaks the day, a clumsy numbing feeling then seeps
slowly through the ceiling,down the walls,along the floor,then flings wide open any door I hide behind,resigned I cry,
'why oh why does Tuesday come?
I try to run but Tuesday's quicker,years of being have made it slicker than I could be,I can't get free ,it sticks like glue,
who would make a day like this to **** me off and send me mad,foaming at the gills,filled with headache pills and no amount of any skills can save me from this billhook day which hangs around as if to say,
'get over it you little ****,I'm here to stay 'til Wednesday'

Eventually as all things do it ends,sends me screaming into the night as if I might meet Wednesday before it's due,
I never do.
The same thing happens once a week,I try to seek another way,build a bridge across Tuesday,but Tuesday has me ******* and once again I find I'm glued to it.

I have never liked and never will,Tuesday makes me feel so ill,I need another headache pill,on the scale of one to ten it scores a nill,
I really need to go and chill,
'til Wednesday.