The Sunday Dread of an Imminent Workday

Blood like fire; mind like ice

Did the crime, now pay the price

Muscles aching, stomach tight

Restless, rolling in the night

Throat disabled; liver tired

Eyes unfocused, ears unwired

Empty bottles; empty bowels

Burning forehead; cooling towels

Drank too quickly, lost control

Torrid Sunday; turgid soul

Early night, restoring health

Wasted weekend; wasted wealth

RC 23-2-20