TurtleFrogMan - Suicide Sunday

I climbed up on a stool
Around my neck the rope wrapping
I pushed the stool away for it was weight bearing

I woke up in my drool
On the couch I'd been napping
Football on the TV was blaring

Someone knocking, Who is it?
When I arose all my snacking
Flew off me in a cloud of junk food

It was my girlfriend come to visit
But I sent that girl packing
On Suicide Sunday, I prefer solitude

Suicide Sunday
I think it's common among us
Its not my own personal quirk

For the next day is Monday
And if the noose hasn't hung us
We have to get dressed and go back to work

My girlfriend was furious
She felt rejected apropos
She assumed she had an open invitation

When She calmed down, she was curious
So I quoted Henry D Thoreau
"most men live lives of quiet desperation"

In our cubicles we all cloister
And To our bosses deferential
As we suckle on the corporate teat

The world used to be my oyster
I used to have so much potential
And on Suicide Sunday, I must admit my defeat

Suicide Sunday
I think it's common among us
Its not my own personal quirk

For the next day is Monday
And if the noose hasn't hung us
We have to get dressed and go back to work

Why do so many men seem to secretly hate their employment?
xxIt pays them and feeds them like a hamster fed for running his wheel
It pays us and feeds us and yet we spend so much energy griping
Our ancestors broke their backs in the hot sun with not a moment's enjoyment
And I'm bitching about sitting in a comfortable chair, in an air conditioned cubicle typing?

The girlfriend is my wife now
Another company has employed me
As they say what's not broke you don't fix

I'm content with my life now
But on Sundays please avoid me
Cause You can't teach an old dog new tricks

I drink a six pack and a bag of chips
I dream that no one's gonna save me
As A rope around my neck's tightly noosed

Its on Sundays that I come to grips
I didn't use what god gave me
On Suicide Sundays, my pigeons come to roost

Suicide Sunday
I think it's common among us
Its not my own personal quirk

For the next day is Monday
And if the noose hasn't hung us
We have to get dressed and go back to work

Written by:
BD Shap

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