Spencer Wilhelm

Friday Night

The smiles I see all are fake

I only see sighs

Everyone here always to take

All mantled in lies

 

The fawnings and conversations

They all lack substance

Everyone seeking sensations

Live pure repugnance

 

I feel pleasure, isn\'t that joy?

The world is for me

When a child delights in his toys

What makes him happy?

 

Pleasure is found in things fleeting

Hit, and now it\'s gone

Joy is in things everlasting

A few pains so long