Why am I thus?

placed, rather jailed

in my lot in life;

hidden, barely tolerated.

Everyone rambles on and on

about hump day and happy of it’s arrival.

Forcing me to be garbage day,

having that as my legacy

in surrounding villages.

You can’t possibly feel my pain.

As I slowly turn, dejected and overlooked

not even invited to the peace,  joys or party

of Fridays!