the week-end.

how i long to punch you,
sunday night feeling.
how i dream of sending
your sorry ass reeling

you stand there so smugly
while i cower in bed
with your ugly little pal
monday morning dread.

despair-ity.

work / life balance, where'd you go?
we used to be so tight!
remember when we'd think all day
but go for beers at night?

you've probably got new friends by now
i'm sure they're really great
would love to meet up with you guys

--- but i'll probably be here late.