O Sunday!   Screw you and your yawning parks,   up yours and your quiet walks.   O Sunday!   Fuck you and your lack of structure,   it's enough to put a freak like me under.   The more hopeful and healthy the weather,   the sadder, the sadder I get.      She said:   It's enough, it's enough to be alive.   I replied: I could make it just fine   if I didn't feel so...      Please understand!   Being down don't give me no pleasure,   I'd rather be rollerblading   or Chinese New Year parading,   anything but debating      what she said:   there are many new pharmaceuticals   for people like me.      O Sunday!   You're like a girl I could never get,   you mock me in joy and gladness.