I Don't Like Sundays

It's at the weekends when I feel most suicidal.
Please don't misunderstand me,
this isn't a cry for help. It's just a simple statement of fact.
It's then that I feel most alone
and redundant
and inconsequential.
Like a haemophiliac in need of a clotting factor.
All spongiform brain tissue and brittle-boned osteogenesis imperfecta.
Like Lou Gehrig (real name Ludwig),
with my ganglia slowly unraveling inside of me.
Like Hank Williams, born with a spina-bifida backbone.
Like some pathetic
mewling wet-nosed
retarded sadsack rookie.
Roll on Monday morning...