My weekdays   So busy its my schedule   Well giving in my apartments just as full   Those ceilings and white unforgiving walls   And now that’s rigid than the days lined on my calendar   As subways trains they roll   me home late its hard to keep proper intervals of sleep   I like it thou      My weekends   I travel as I visit friends   Sometimes I go out sometimes I stay in   Its too late to change my self   Its only in the humor   In a story I recall   I mimic with my arms as I   Exaggerate a joke   Oh where I go      Its only in this drama   In a story I recall   I mimic with my arms as I   Exaggerate the plot      I go to   Unhook the vcr   Cable and   The bath of massive tangled grey & black   And turn across to somewhere in the back   I'm leaning over down behind the TV stand a radiated pause   A hissing line and stranded as   Spits among the dust   I give up