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.
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