I don’t care if Tuesday’s fucking ugly
and Wednesday’s worse
Thursday, Friday, no remorse
Monday we’ll all fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, realize we all smell like farts
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start…
It’s Friday, I’m in love still fucking glad I voted
“I come with the stench of pre-bottled blood of the new born on my breath, & enough peyote to last until the rapture! Now where’s that lil dude? Need somebody to light my fire!”