It starts every Sunday afternoon
Been this way since I was 2
I feel like my life is ****** out
By demons with human bodies
Short and stout
I see my job
My enemies and fears
Line up to drink in all my sewerage tears
I shake with icy shivers
I fear the takers and the masked givers
I wake up Monday with diarrhea
Tuesday sings onomatopoeia
By Wednesday I rise from my waste
I face Thursday with crusading haste
By Friday I bleed from a silicone cross
I dread next Sunday
I force feed loss
But psalm after psalm says do not dread
There is something more than this after you're dead
About the Sunday scaries