Tuesday’s down; minutes squandered squat like folding chairs
Against the wall; so many fresh wounds to lick
From what didn’t happen yesterday; what, the salient prick?
To set it squarely upright, what’s to know’s to know it’s theirs,
Not yours. Upright, and walk on through the mess, address
The flaws in the design, redress glitches in the former ego’s nest
Catalogued and properly fed, a paragon of the robust, the test
When all the dross accumulates as sediments in the head and chest.
“Just this once,” they say. They lie, of course; nothing’s fair.
Don’t stand and stare; pack it in tonight. Wednesday’s always there
And what’s a Wednesday for? Tuesday’s goal’s were neither here nor there,
So get it together in the next round; forget the lift, and use the stairs;
It’s time for afternoon delights, an early dinner? Yes, perhaps, a sweet
Drop kick on all options; chuck it all: read it all and reap.