Lovin' the Weekend, Hating the Week

I love the weekend I hate you week. You demand, reprimand, and restrict me. You order me around and poke me to move You slap me in the face You stomp on my feet You sock me in the gut You kick me in the shins You suck the air from my lungs And still expect me to breathe And after all the pain I go through For you You tut-tut, shake you head and say: ‘You still got lots to do!’ I hate you. I love you weekend! You are my friend Would that your blissful, lazy days Would never end You let me play You love my laugh You always indulge me You let me sleep You give me the space and time to be Me Unlike your antagonist sibling, the week Let me pass on a Friday night Let me die on Saturday Let me stick myself on Sundays Let me stay, weekend, let me stay! But no, you’re moving at your usual pace Marching into yesterday Bringing in the week with your departure And silently murdering me If you must Do so But don’t let me die in the week!