There's a Monday waiting every morning
And a Tuesday after taking flight
When Wednesday comes without a warning
The hammer's coming down for Thursday night

There's a deep red stain on your dreams
And orange drops to brighten your mopes
When yellow acid is burning your fingers
You'd better have some green for those ropes

Sometimes we see Mercury in the morning
But Venus is more likely in the sky
You can see Earth bloom all around you
And Mars we blame for war - but why?

The ancients liked to assign sets of sevens
Because that's how many "wanderers" they saw
I wonder how many other errors we accept
Based on coincidences of the draw?

The hammer's coming almost every night
You'd better have some paint for those ropes
We keep starting wars - but why?
Peace never returns like we hope

11/13/23