Saturday and I am done,
No more, sweet children,
No more fun.
I dry my sheets, and make my bed
—the Diesels have lost their power—
Kettle’s boiled, Netflix instead,
And then I’ll read for an hour.
Ready for an early rise,
My heavy head drops down,
Then up, when I get a text from the guys,
And make my way to town.
Next Saturday, no more sin,
I swear I’ll stay in.