It's A Wednesday

Wednesday night are like this

"It's a Wednesday," he said
As I sat there in loathing
Not at him or his clothing
but at myself for becoming the enemy

My guts exploding
leaving MY clothing wreched
I brush it off and walk home
Feeling teped, decrepit thoughts dash

If I keep walking I'll find my path
maybe with help of grass and some ASS
AM I RIGHT my Negitive people?!
Pray at the Pussy Steeple, get Midevil
Feel it like all the other People!

But my people, where art thou?
Emerging from damnation to tease
The feeling of belonging and Salvation;
to dull the the starvation for reality.
" lost at sea?" "Nope! Just lost for a fee."
Just sign here and say "Yes"
You can't afford to sue Thee.