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It's Thursday

Posted to Action Poetry




but I am wearing Friday clothes
and a Saturday smile
shit
I know that Sunday
is coming
and, it means business
but only for the Baptists
me
i'm just a falling catholic buddhist priest
me and Jack
we sit in the morning sun
wine burning in our bellies
cracking up
jack swills the tokay and turns to me an' he says:

"I eat when I'm hungry
I drink when I'm dry
If the sky don't fall on me
I'll live till I die"