Sunday Evening's Strange
Sunday evening
just feels strange
It's still the weekend
yet it's not the same
Monday's coming
and that means work
All relaxed now?
Ha! -- Perils lurk
The commuter crush
You rush, rush, rush
to your desk by eight
or else you're late
The phone is ringing
The boss keeps pinging
The system's crashed; what failed?
Your program bailed
So, take a deep breath
Then break out in a sweat
It's your lucky day
~ Your pink slip's all set
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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