Donuts, Critically Speaking

OK, so despite the fact that my last poetic entry received no critical acclaim (shocking, I know), I'm willing to be your back alley supplier. That, and I got nuthin. So here it is:

Wednesday

So today is not the day,
And the morrow will do no better
Tis sad to wait till Friday
The schedule be my fetter.

The decree is understood,
The edict lives quite passively,
Donuts will only come when they should,
For fear of living too lavishly.

Tempted I am to curse each square
Not found under the title so coveted.
Other days find the donuts in their lair,
I guess for fear of being overfed.

So I will wait in anticipation,
Until the rich supply those poor.
Only once a week I find donut elation
On the day we all thank God for.