The custom of a work week five days long
has dominated culture all my span,
and Wednesday marks the middle as we throng
to cross the hump to Saturday, and plan
to shop or hop to leisure if we can,
to rest at home with family, or mix
with friends, to clean or weed or try to fix
that broken object we will not replace.
Now Wednesday like a middle finger sticks
a token of entrapment in my face.