Pity your sadness didn’t go down the drain
with all of last week’s news, yesterday’s sorrows.
Pity our budget didn’t break when you learned
of my foul bets, those festering debts we owe.
Pity last weeks bread became this weeks dinner,
with nary a green leafed dish.
Pity the sorry state our country’s in,
with its ancient morals and dilapidated reputation.
Pity us all, its only Wednesday.