Weekend Warriors …

In this local village of cedar back decks
Hot tubs bubble beside cheap patio sets
Middle-age rowdies commiserate their week-long blues
And wait, impatiently, for their hard-earned weekend dues

Friday at 5 o’clock sharp: the work week is forgiven
And the weekend heralds in a new kind of heaven
Beer cases arrive quick with slick vodka chasers
That soon enliven the mood of these ‘wild’ midnight racers

Blue and green collar institutional serfs
Don smart Hawaiian t-shirts and posture silly smirks
But behind these fat facades of rollicking good cheer
Are many maudlin drunks. There are plenty of tears.

Rent is past due, babies need food
Parents are dying, and bosses are rude
At midnight, when a friendly shove turns violent quick
A broad face is smashed in with a handy hardened hockey stick

Hammered friends jump in to straighten out the battling crew
But the damage is done. ‘Good teeth’ are too few.
Late in the night when the hours are small
More telling tales erupt – Grand, Wide and ever so Tall

Wizen weary women swap stories of their manly man jests
As they arch their legs, their backs and their pendulum breasts
Meanwhile, gentle swipes renew amongst the male put’em up fist-fights
That rumble off and on  throughout these long weekend nights

You know that these mediocre citizens of our Canadada be
Not famous, or rich, or really even ‘Seen’
Yet their bugsy mirth-making is astoundingly commonplace
It is their hot loves and cool hates that rejuvenate this worn race

Many a ‘love’ child is spawned from these wild weekends bold
The father, a mystery, until the next vodka has told
Another sad subtext underlines these paid-up weekend blues
Everyone knows the tyranny of Monday comes only too soon …