It's Friday...
I'm in love.
The other days
will cure that.
Monday's blues
awaken
a yearning
for all new
batteries
to suck dry.
A rough trade...
Replenish
and keep me
constantly
draining your
arteries.
Forever
bleeding not
feeding your
wearied heart,
by Thursday
I'll be gone.
Either way
I'm always
as full as
a happy
tick.
Author notes
A take on the song. Co-dependents aren't soul mates or, as it says in the Boy Scout Handbook: "If you feel a tick crawling on you, brush it off."
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- Not Ready for Monday by Danna Hobart.
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