When Monday sinks its teeth in flesh,
and worries freeze your dreams afresh,
remember Friday’s freedom sings
where icy fears melt into wings.
Her words rasp at his flesh
and tear his manhood;
he picks up the pieces and goes to his
to be passed over for the next promotion,
taunt his mannerisms behind his back,
and chip away at his character
with teeth drilled to
When the financial storm hits,
and his trunk shatters,
who will hear one more tree
falling in the forest?