Here it is Saturday
With one more day of weekend to go ...
Here it is Saturday
Where we’ll end, god only knows.
Your cat don’t mind you’re a drunkard.
He doesn’t give a care
As on your belly, he’s hunkered
Giving the ‘feed me’ stare
Brush back the brown bottles
And open a can
The smell of it makes your mind reel…
The shades are drawn and the lights are low
And you’re curled like a worm in your bed
Did you tell them all how it’s been of late
Or leave it all unsaid?
Were you sad, and Slavic and pounding the table?
Or British and manly and stout?
Did you emulate an Irish goodbye
By swiftly passing out?
As summer to winter
So Saturday’s pleasures
To Sunday’s woe
Suffering brings us closer to God
That’s why he makes it so
And I guess if something’s worth doing
It’s worth doing all the way.
So go get a mop and a bucket
And an analgesic beer
It’s time to play party detective
What just happened here?
How did this Slivovitz get here?
And who poured their drink on the plant?
And who left this novelty beer stein
That says, “I BET YOU CAN’T”?
But you could and you did and you’ll do it again
There’s always a piper to pay
You’re the world’s worst person
You make Jesus cry
Your life is in disarray
But I ‘spose if something’s worth doing
It’s worth doing all the way.
All the way, all the way...
All the way all the way all the way…
Here it is Saturday.
You make Jesus cry. This is brilliant.
Most Excellent!