Hunger striking distant place
Makes no obstacles for Friday.
Hosts especially delighted
Spotting unfamiliar face.
Jumping out of workday tar
Older men with boner pills
Weekends through for easy chills
Fill each sentimental bar.
Roaming round hysteric cops
Sireneting streetlife beauty,
Unreporting for their duty,
Scratch along by junkie sops.
Endlessgrowing cyber waste
Penetrating dreams for meadow,
Cultivates suburban kedo
Of the self inflicted taste.
Somewhere on the planet lonely
Sits some jew with magic brain
Praying for eternal bane
Over neighbor’s lust for bowling.
Tiny unsuspected rupture
Misinforming wind and bees
Opens mouth with creepy wheeze
Threatening entire structure.
Here we go by one in row
Towards our private ending,
Kick and demur unintending,
Hush it Darling, here we go.
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