Friday, March 23, 2012

Good Day for a Bad Day...



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It was turning out to be a lousy stinking Monday for Tarzan already... While swinging to work
one of the vines turned out to be attached to a large panther, and in the bush below cannibals who just toked up had the munchies... so not only would he fall 200 feet with a large angry cat on top of him
he would have to fight a band of hungry natives... all this before he got to the coffee bean tree...



Although it was March... Santa Claus had still not gotten over the ETs who laughed at him on Christmas Eve... Who were they to make fun of him and what he was driving? Arrogant Elitist little pricks...
Santa would get even... Santa always got even... 



When Blanch woke up to find Frank had left his arm around her in bed figuring
he could always sew on another one she was insulted, she was so drunk at the club she went home with that ugly freak and he scurried away like she was the ugly one? The walk of shame
to her car was a long angry one and she swore she would never drink again...
well long Island Ice Teas anyway...



The first BBQ of the spring didn't go so well... George burnt down his house and
ended up divorced from his wife who kept saying. "I told you -- I told you-- didn't I say you
were using too much lighter fluid?"  



When the witch sisters got together to make potions and cast spells it was only a
matter of time before the resentment boiled up, father's favorite, mother's
undue pressures and of course they weren't boys, they weren't
the sons their parents kept trying for... what else could they do with all that anger 
but cast spells and curses on people and become lesbians...



Monday 'bout killed me...


Call it a Monday when it isn't. It feels like one and punishes like one. It has no mercy. 



Monday morning without any warning 
is upon me like a ton of bricks...
ain't got no power, into the shower
got a week ahead of licks...
Saturday is my day to play
Sunday's my day to rest
the working week strips me of my best...
I live for Friday,
Friday does it my way...
Payday, Play day come on I say hey
Fridays are my friend, last day past day
come on go fast day
how I welcome weekend...
Tuesdays a blue day it's nothing new day, just
like all the rest, I want my day, please gimme Friday
Fridays are the best
Wednesday won't end day
When when when when's day
when will it end day
Thursday afternoon I'm yawning a boring tune
I'm tired I'm wired I wish
I'd get fired, wouldn't be a day too soon...
I want my day, please give me Friday
Friday's always in tune...

written when I was 17 on a Monday...





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