With Friday Comes Darkness

I am clean
I am polished
I smell like a rose

The linen is fresh
The linen is crisp
It smells like lavender

The room is warm
The room is dark
It smells like jasmine

I will lie down now
And sleep when the world sleeps
Instead of chaining myself to a desk
For another night
Of making the news
That nobody reads

Friday is here
My body is grateful
Friday is here
My mind is grateful
Darkness is here
And I will dream in this
Fragrant heaven

 

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