ya ever wonder why
with monday in your face
you dread the day until it ends
with a weekend to erase
that tuesday be the uphill fight
from dawn untill the night
with heavy head into a bed to make
that fight ignight
the steel that wakes again
the bure thats in your side
so fall asleep
in dreams you leap
and over the hill you ride
for wednesday the beast that bucks
the other with two backs
with caution and chance it racks
you of what to do
So fester in a room
or find
untimely
doom
for thursday
the libertine
finds the trumpet call
for chance will take the place
of sound resolve
as thoughts disolve
into plastic cups
but this is only now and you are mostly spent
with fried a mind
And lost of time with honest days to mend
FRIDAY
FREE
the work was ease
So down into the drink
And the beauty of the nap
With pearls upon her back
And my arms to March upon
For needles make a track.
Is all i want
Is all i hunt
The girl
And mostly
......
and never of regret
With thunder in my head
my closest friend my bed
And wake my face so red
for my Sunday
Is the day
i die
And monday the reason why.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
ya ever wonder why
with monday in your face
you dread the day until it ends
with a weekend to erase
that tuesday be the uphill fight
from dawn untill the night
with heavy head into a bed to make
that fight ignight
the steel that wakes again
the bure thats in your side
so fall asleep
in dreams you leap
and over the hill you ride
for wednesday the beast that bucks
the other with two backs
with caution and chance it racks
you of what to do
So fester in a room
or find
untimely
doom
for thursday
the libertine
finds the trumpet call
for chance will take the place
of sound resolve
as thoughts disolve
into plastic cups
but this is only now and you are mostly spent
with fried a mind
And lost of time with honest days to mend
FRIDAY
FREE
the work was ease
So down into the drink
And the beauty of the nap
With pearls upon her back
And my arms to March upon
For needles make a track.
Is all i want
Is all i hunt
The girl
And mostly
......
and never of regret
With thunder in my head
my closest friend my bed
And wake my face so red
for my Sunday
Is the day
i die
And monday the reason why.