Weekend’s End

O weekend
you lying bastard
why must you promise
such stretches of glorious free time
then deliver a bunch of urgent deadlines
supplemented by fifteen minutes of Netflix?

Maybe you could
answer my e-mails for me
especially the ones with whining in them

But oh no
I see you would rather smirk
and stick your tongue out
and make me feel terrible about myself

How I hate you

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