If it weren’t so late I would leave
Its Friday night
I should be out
Making money all week
Its time to be away
I often lecture
To a naked procession of models
I aught to go out
And be around people
Frowns and bad teeth keep me down
So I sit on the bed
Windows locked and drapes closed
I would masturbate
But I have lost the will
TV keeps me quite
A little lonely but I can manage
Can’t wait for work
To come back around
Monday’s exception is that it’s far from a let down