I Hate Thursdays
Tony Paperz 1995 (Johannesburg)
I feel like a week with only Thursdays
I'm neutral, praying and hoping this isn't another identity crisis
Battling with a new personality
He says, "I know more about you, more than you'll ever know in whatever time you think you have on this here planet"
He helps me search for God
I hear Him, but only his voice resembles what sounds like mine
I hate Thursdays, they don't make sense
They don't posses a mood
They're strange and awkward
Days are not supposed to be mysterious
I personify Thursday mornings and it's all because of my newly found identity
Thursdays smell like anxiety
They look like a blurry television screen
They sound like an 80s, Ballad broken record
They taste like an orange if it were squeezed from a banana
They feel like bad sex after a long day's work
They hardly rhyme
Mondays are the closest things to Thursdays
Fridays are class clowns, cool kids and beautiful girls who only talk to class clowns and cool kids.
Thursdays sit all the way at the back of the class. Thursdays are shy and they fall victim to the next thing that comes out of the class clown's mouth.
Thursdays are modest.
I hate Thursdays, they come evvry once in a week, at least every 3 times in a month and surprisingly every 53 times in a year. Thursdays are consistent, I just wish they could be a little more flexible.
About this poem
This poem talks about hating Thursdays. It was written in a Thursday.
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Submitted by paballotony on April 17, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
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Words | 249 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 11, 4, 1 |
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