Monday Morning

It's Monday morning, bed's soaking wet, slept deeply, drenched in sweat. As I arise I feel the cold, a needful thirst takes a hold. I slowly peel off my sodden nightwear, then throw it on the floor without a care. Looking for some clothes, I need to get dressed, nothing's clean, feeling stressed. Squeeze into my jeans, flab's overhanging, rushes out the door, poor head's banging. Looks up at the sky it's very overcast' hoping this gloom goes away fast. I jump into my car and quickly speed away, got to get to work, same thing every day. One second to spare as I punch in my card, with my boss angrily staring at me hard. I try not to look, as the minutes tick away, wishing they'd tick faster, wishing for midday. Midday is here, now I get my break, all hot and sweaty with chronic back ache. This Monday morning's over and done, bring on the rest of the week.... now the week has begun.