King of the Weekend
Spoiler alert: the weekend wins
King of the weekend dances on pool tables
reigns over bars
tastes like cheap wine and stinks like a blackout
falls far from his subsidized life
Floor sticky with spilled hope and lives coulda been
blue lights and smoke like an 80s music video
sweat hanging heavy on eyelids
He don’t need no Bible, Torah, or Koran
God’s sitting on the barstool next to him
doing shots of Jameson
King of the weekend drinks until reality blinks
gives up his profession and friends
forgets his name, how it felt to be sober
from where he came
He wears a crown of regret
carries a nation on his shoulders and a relationship on his back
a loaded pistol where his heart used to be
King of the weekend turns into a nobody on Monday
goes through the motions until Friday
turns off emotions on Saturday
pleads for mercy on Sunday
No matter how hard he tries, the weekend always wins.
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