It’s not Monday when all the sh*t you tossed in a drawer
comes out to stink. It’s not Wednesday,
humping and rubbing some silhouette
behind the curtain. It’s not Thursday. Whatever. Throw back.
Snapshot of a stupid high school football game posted.
It’s not Friday that freakin’ fiesta of frivolity,
that knee bender to the porcelain god.
It’s not Saturday when I doan my gladiator tunic
and battle cyclops on the isle of Cyprus.
Pretend for a moment it is Sunday.
No it’s not reverent, only a recognition of
the f*cking waste. Thats why it
smells so bad.

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