A Poem: Friday

It’s Friday,
Which is a big deal to some people,
Who are living for the weekend,
It feels like Wednesday to me though.


And isn’t it thought that is to be plundered
whether you’re on the moon or riding merry maker men’s thunder

No matter where, and no matter what
Here on this vine there is fruit for us thoughts

You no longer lose your teeth
You no longer feel as though you’ll rot

Just being online learning and find
There’s no excuse why you have not taught

A world the party smart alecks will not find
It is only there hereafter I will make mine

Mr. Niceberg

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