A Pox On Tuesdays
A plague on your head, oh Tuesday, You reek like the sweat on my feet You suck my soul dry like a desert And at last, I admit defeat. I’ve tried to be joyful, and like you, I’ve tried to count blessings like sheep, I’ve tried to just buck up and take you, But every time, I fall in a heap. You’re worse than the long lines at Goodwill, You’re worse than a bleeding hangnail, You’re worse than…