I'll take long weekends

From now on I'm taking Fridays Saturdays and Sundays off. why not? so I'll leave you with poem.

Starkley Chopper Stevenson by Chocolate Darby

deliberately she scowls half way in shadow
where the light can't expose her scars

the fat man looks delighted
behind the glass you cant hear his laughing
but he bounces and the bouncing tells all.

into the rain you wretched freeloaders
we all over ate
and patients comes like gold

we're poor as hell

what bounty at the dinner table
we give our sausage a radiation burn
frozen taquitos dont get cancer

but i could force your hand into a blender
or a food disposal and you'd be an amputee

you cant sew pulp together you need a mold
and stems cells
but god hates you for doing his dirty work

thats his favorite part.