Living For The Weekend

Forty hours at work Doing the same thing Over and over You daydream a lot You have to or you will go mad Dreaming of being with your mates Joking and sucking down some cigs There may be some hot wings Paradise on Earth But one thing makes the wait bearable Knowing that endless bottles of beer await Cold and tasty They are waiting for you Hopefully they will be enough to get you drunk Maybe that drunk will last until your work starts And you start daydreaming all over again For a working man that is his life Honestly, he loves the way his week works After all, for him, it is his life And that is just how he wants it © Poem – XIV/XII/MMXXIV LRET