Ah, Wednesday
You relentless bitch
You balloon the week
With packed calendars
And a crescendo of Problems To Be Solved
Wednesday
You tricky bastard
You slip extra crises into the lunch hour
Like you slipped that extra syllable into your name
(Wed-nes-day, I fucking see you)
Look, Wednesday
I know it’s not all your fault
You didn’t place yourself
In the middle of the week
Should we blame Capitalism
Or the Sabbath?
Goodbye, Wednesday
Rest well
And next week
Keep it down, will you?
With Love,
Natalie