Those dressed up days

 Don´t dress friday in a top hat
Or throw a cape on saturday
extend monday till absolute flatulence and tedium
Thursday has already been given a handkerchief
A clothing store to dress friday

To adorn the weekend in all of it´s fanfare
To play into illusions that time itself grows a personality
That a day may be decorated in ostentation
In the life liver of the day´s mind

Make them nude to see the truth
Oh routine routine brutal and obscene
Take those clothes and hats and accessories
And of the week make no mockery

Hours inside the working class mind
minutes tick and scream like the railway siren sign
They have no ornaments or earings to speak of
No roman robes or fine cloth of greek gods

Yet friday has been given a mansion
monday a slum
wednesday some mid class crisis
renting a life

And tuesday can´t even afford an umbrella
let alone a colored one hanging in the festivals
that lies in wait for the end of the week
post expedience is tipsy and sleek

Burning through loans just to overeat
and dressing saturday who has never known a hangover
immortal and cunning selling tickets for exciting distraction
Friday procuring relevant form of inebriation 
sunday the janitor and divine forgetter

swirling around each month like street thugs
Hitting each year like a cunning band of bankrobbers