Thank you, Sunday

Let's sing a song for Sunday,

Chanteuse, nocturnal muse,

And night-nurse.

We couldn't hate you,

Your wake-up call so sweet,

The anti-lullaby.

Thanks for singing us awake

For morning smokes, and meditations

On snow-crusted granite.

Thanks for staying up--

Listening to snores

And finishing our puzzles--

Warming your voice for sunrise.

Tony Degan

Tony Degan, Tony Degan, next time

You take my lunch money

I’m going to tell my brother because

People like you

Deserve

To get the shit beat out of them

Sometimes, too