friday
is my day
a lay
back and try the day
today
to lay back

thiey're sending in
at 8am
until 5 pm
someone to relive me
somone i don't have to be
from 8 two 5
i get
to live
1 day at a time

is that a reprief
from death
a "let you get your breath"
before the yet's
to come

what do they know
i don't know yet

who places their bet
on what they will get

only a better
bet's to lose
from 8 2 5
who get's to choose

1 day at a time
we all ryhme
with our rhytmn
we all live
with what we are given
we all be-live
we r 4given
today is just another day

it can't be friday
when i pass my way
on friday
is my day
to lay
or to lie
any which way
comes what may
i'll stay
in friday
until it's gone it's way

i'll sing it's song
write or rong
where would i belong
get along
little doggie'
2 where you belong
on friday at 8am
till the friday pm

i guess i be
i guess i am
history
of who i am
or who i was

does it matter...

it was friday

and i was gone

the end of this song
the end of this poem
the end of a write
the end of a life

friday

anywaY
ever noticed before
evr day before
was yesterday
that passed away
until tomorrows
todays

fridays