By Ash Catcher.
Once a week, I think it is neat
That we like to put something out that is tangible, and concrete.
Every time it happens to be, a Wednesday that I can see.
Under sharing, over posting, I need to stop highlighting my coffee.
You wrote a song about this day.
And I work on this day at the cafe.
Something about Wednesdays.
Ash, bring it back to present day.
That I am out there working, and you are on your couch.
Slouched over a computer, fix your posture- ouch.
Trapped in a place where nobody can stand to be.
I sometimes question the legitimacy of your “company”.
Take that however you please.
I can still taste the animosity.
One day a week where I spill my guts.
Kinda like you did with Chestnuts.
Koalas seem like little bitch bears, and waffles are too sticky.
I should be more careful of my wording, But it all starts to get fuzzy.
I am glad we both just get a day.
Well good night, I am gonna go away and hit the hay.