Weekend sadness
Despair on your own time
As billboard smiles leave your jawline
And greedy thoughts
Collect on the subprimes
Of fortitude that you took out
To make it just a little further
Trade in a memory gone stale
A little sigh blown out of scale
A letter of resignation never mailed
Until what's left of you's so thin
That it could be exhaled
Even your face
Is melting in your hands
Or are those just tears
That are running down your arms?
I guess it's no cause for alarm