“Wednesday’s Chide”

“Wednesday’s Chide”

Hump jokes and sullen folks,

The Wednesday brigade.

Stuck in the middle,

No hope for escape.

Digging a hole,

Ripening gripes.

The weekend far off.

No hope for respite.

The glass is half empty.

It never fills up.

I think it’s high time,

For a new goddamned cup.

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