Oh how I love you, you crazy thing
Elusive and manic, so luscious you be
I want to commit you, and not let you leave
A segue from toil to living the dream
Mindful of time, and in love with my pillow
I try not to squander my two day furlough
Thursday, Thursday, so sublime
A three day weekend would be divine
The boys of summer are both out of school
One precious vacation day is left in my pool
But now that I know the truth, and it's all very Zen
I know for sure how my time I should spend
So I'm taking off Friday, before they are men
avoiding the question: where the hell have you been?
Wednesday, Wednesday, now I see the light
my hopes are big, my future bright
The weekend is coming, it's almost in sight
I've conquered the hump, and own Wednesday night
Tuesday, Tuesday, so damn generic
like trying to distinguish a mink from a ferret
No highs, no lows, no four leaf clovers
may as well coma-tize till Tuesday is over
Sunday, Sunday, full of grace
days of heaven, slow of pace
it's all been good, it's all been great
to evening's hues, her magic dissipates
vacating the scene with so much haste
that the winds of Monday chap my face
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