Found Poetry Break – It’s Friday It’s Friday

How a work playlist became a fond memory even in a toxic work environment 😛 Poem style

If an inside joke became a poem…FB Post find (Feb 15th 2021)

It’s Friday It’s Friday

(Dedicate to Gerald U.)

As the day winds down a smile

Replaces my frown

Nothing big yet nothing small

Just a memory Of laughter

Of playlists battles

caught in the crosshairs

The more we protested

The louder it would play

And though we often felt

Underappreciated, underpaid

We had a common goal

Our faces always forward

Giving more than was even asked

Yet the house of cards was

Sure to crumble

As we gave and gave and


Got very little back

We sometimes took it out on

One another

But it was never really true

We were comrades in arms

A wily pack of artist

Against the “man”

But we found our moments

We laughed loud and often

So when I hear the words

It’s Friday I smile wide

Remembering that even

Though we are far apart

Every Friday all you crazy

People are in my heart.

Author: Aminda

Well, that is the question, isn't it? What if I don't actually know who I am. I have things I do, things I like. but are they who I am? Who knows. But that's what I'm here to figure out. Will the real Aminda please stand up? (Not you Slim Shady) Here's how I identify right now: Peace - Love - Punk - Rainbows BoardGamePlayin SciFiWatchin' BookReadin' Doghavin' PunkRockin' Meditatin' Nerdy/Hippy/Geeky Bipolar/ADHD Humanist/Feminist/Atheist Bi-Sexual/They/Them Mama

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