Glorious Saturday,
long would I hold thee.
Tight would I embrace thee.
Till like a water balloon
my grubby hands rupture thee
and spill thy insides out
upon the used up ground.
Oh Saturday
if only thou couldst last. . .
Saturdays
Glorious Saturday,
long would I hold thee.
Tight would I embrace thee.
Till like a water balloon
my grubby hands rupture thee
and spill thy insides out
upon the used up ground.
Oh Saturday
if only thou couldst last. . .
melenoria 