On Friday lunchtime, thoughts turn to weekends
People talk about what their plans include
It's amazing how their free time is spent
So boringly; you'd think they'd have accrued
More of an urge to travel or be rude
After five days of this wage slavery
But no, they've got paint in their veins, not blood
'Painting my daughter's bedroom.' Oh, yippee.
'Fixing some tiles.' They have my sympathy,
Especially as, when each sad weekend ends
The office waits for them, free of their brood
Free of their partners, but of work unfree
Is being free and single best? Depends.
Not if partners serve up love as our food
Fri 20 Feb 2009
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