Monday, Monday; such drudgery;Gobbling up the peace that Sunday brings.
Squashing all of our Saturday fun,
Bringing us work that must be done.
Monday, Monday, we dislike you so,
With the four long days that follow, so slow.
The weekend seems but a distant shore
And we are rowing with just one tiny oar.
Monday, Monday, just disappear,
Nobody really wants you here.
You reek of rote and responsibility,
When sleeping in, we’d rather be.
Monday, Monday, you really suck.
We tolerate you, to earn a buck.
If you were ever to draw human breath,
Everyone would demand your death.
Mondaycide…
The only acceptable murder.
::nodding ominously::
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