Sunday

O Sunday!

Screw you and your yawning parks

Up yours and your quiet walks

O Sunday!

Fuck you and your lack of structure

It's enough to put a freak like me under

The more hopeful and healthy the weather

The sadder, the sadder I get

She said:

It's enough, it's enough to be alive

I replied: I could make it just fine

If I didn't feel so...

Please understand!

Being down don't give me no pleasure

I'd rather be rollerblading

Or Chinese New Year parading

Anything but debating

What she said:

There are many new pharmaceuticals

For people like me

O Sunday!

You're like a girl I could never get

You mock me in joy and gladness