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