David Earl Williams

IT’S 11 P.M. WEDNESDAY,
SAID SOME SMART ASS
SON OF A DAY OF THE WEEK… YESTERDAY—
I CAN’T REMEMBER WHICH, BUT…


“... Give it an hour…
It’ll be ‘Theirs Day’ — just that soon “, he said n snapped his fingers,
“As if it didn’t belong to you, too— “ he adds—
“But you know what they’re like… “

… I think it was Endless Bitching Day said it
or some other son of a Bitch-Bitch-Bitch… well,
anyway, he/she was drunk /
then he/she fell off the porch…
Into Theirs Day… head first

after a “little “ throwing up…
n that was that—
the beer was all gone
n Wednesday was finally truly over

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