Was it Saturday or Sunday,

Everything was rolling fine

When wham…this heavy

Funk set in.

You know what I mean…

Guillaume called it depression

His forty-first tomorrow,

Heather called it horny frustration.

Bernie just had to get away

For a couple of days.

Whatever it was

It overwhelmed everyone,

Like a silent fart on the Friday

Night rush hour train,

It caused everyone to clench

Their mouths shut

Take short breaths

And peer absentmindedly

Into the depths of

Their coffee cups.