Rubbed my eyes sleepless and peeled the duve off myself.
Quite intent with my night, I peered at the sky.
Think I saw a cloud shaped in a bearded face, I'd rather think i'm still drowsy
I heard the church bell's ding and dong..
over a distant song.
De'ja vu. It's sunday!
Sunday!
The day we remember to pray.
The preacher would say,
kill no prey on this day, and watch whatcha say
The sky is always sunny, so we named it sun day.
The day we remember to bless
Speak kindly, and there's a mandate not to stress.
When a man dates, he takes her out on sundays.
Sunday, when booze and vine wine mix fine.
people circle round tables debating sunday as the weekend or new week.
More clothes in the morn and more skins by sun down.
Spouting blessing at dawn and what the f##k by monday's eve.
So Here's one hypocrite..
But aint that how sunday is.
Sunday!