Shoot that cinema with a syringe

A vast, undiluted Sunday,
a Sunday that is a Sunday,
a Sunday for you,
everyone else having their own Sundays,
using them,
not using them,
misusing them-even-

And still

You must

onward your fixation
of cheerfully
throwing away your money
(your lunches, to be preciser)

just for two hours

we will say farewell
to an entire week

of eating soothingly
calming our underribbed beasts.

But no,

you will have,
because you always must,
your Sunday high.

No matter if you must shoot down
everybody else´s