The Thirty of April

O

golden
fiery
untouched Friday
don't you dare bringing back
my Aprilian
loneliness.
O great Friday
from this maze
thou art a gargantuan exit gate.
Friday Friday Friday Friday
quit comingoing in my head.
Putrid
Friday
Lost
Friday
confess your whereabouts.

Hans is getting way too rispid
at me, I don't know what's happening,
but suddenly I see no sense in that.
Pyramids are too
old-fashioned
and I am starting to believe
fashion exists.

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