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Friday, March 17, 2006 

My Friday Poem

Thank you friday for lasting so ever fucking long.
We both know my true love is saturday morning.
Thank you for paying me every other time
Like a man with bad aim and quick on the trigger
You keep my satisfaction levels to 50 percent
Thank you for reminding me poems don't have to rhyme
And they can suck as much as I want them
Thank you for my boss always canceling our one on ones
We both hate each other and dread them, so why do we even fuck up our calendars with discussion time we never intend to have?
Thank you Friday for NEVER being casual day
I glare at my jeans on the way out the door but always wear my sweats on Saturday.


ode to friday... ahhhh heh.

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