Here you will find the Poem On A Seven-Day Diary of poet Alan Dugan
Oh I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and talked and went to sleep. Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home from work and ate and slept. Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and watched a show and slept. Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate steak and went to sleep. Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and fucked and went to sleep. Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday! Love must be the reason for the week! We went shopping! I saw clouds! The children explained everything! I could talk about the main thing! What did I drink on Saturday night that lost the first, best half of Sunday? The last half wasn't worth this 'word.' Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home from work and ate and went to sleep, refreshed but tired by the weekend.
