Wednesday
to Friday
Fill the
emptiness, don’t let it fester
Better to
get fat and look like Fester
Whatever
it takes to make you dance like a jester
Never
surrender and, give unhappiness the one finger gesture
When the
tears well up from missteps in love
Reach for
the elixir that fits like a glove
Be good
to you and love that view
It’s
people like you that love the deepest, without reservation too
It’s so
cold when you’re Wednesday’s child
But don’t
believe that’s your fate, raise your wild
Rather
that rejection or metaphorical slap across your face
Rather
embarrassment than regret that stings like mace
Most of
all when you’ve run this race, become your ace
Take time
to be the swan
You’ll
dazzle and inspire and attract your desire
You’ll
razzle and walk down anywhere’s Fifth
Avenue as Friday child’s sire
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