Fridays

Fridays

I took the day off from work

Told the boss I had the flu

A Mc Donalds lunch

A movie at the multiplex

I just thank God it’s Friday

The bar opened at five

Jim, Jack and Smirnoff were waiting for me

My friends are always there

I don’t plan on eating

Just listening to the music

Jamie Gordon singing lively country songs

Everyone clapping to the rhythm

Ginger Sue dances on the beer soaked floor

Swinging her ba donkey donk like it never swung before

She’s God’s masterpiece in Daisy Dukes

I only wish I could see her

My vision comes from the bottom of a beer glass

My head swims from my drinks

So many bottles and glasses on the bar

Each one a moment of pleasure

Each on a lost moment of time

My judgment dies along with my liver

Even the ugly girls start to look good

A case of beer and a bottle of whiskey

All gave their lives for me

I know I will not remember any of this

I will not know the girl I wake up next to

But I don’t care

I just thank God for one thing

Next Friday I can do it all over again