Ode to a Friday

I guess we've all come to love the term, TGIF. Well, you're in love upside down, idiot. Thank God because it's Friday? Are you nuts?
Fridays just show that God doesn't love me, you, you or you. Read on to find out why.
Inspired by a conversation with Surabhi Suri.

Ode to a Friday.

You spam, you post, you chat away
All morning, and then all day.
An invitation here, a snide remark there
'Cuz you know, love and war, it's all fair
A few laughs and jokes around,
Some international, some unfound
And you look at the clock
Wishing it didn't stop
And you secretly hope
That the boss will let you go
That much early, in that much light
Except you know, it's going to be a fight
And that you're going to be in a fix
Till atleast five-forty-five, if not six.
And all that you'd planned
Has got to be canned
Because by the time you head
The town's already painted red
All you have with you
Are cans of beers, afew
And a bunch of friends known,
Waiting, at no place like home.