Today alas is Monday,
Dam and blast, it's not by day,
As feeling rather surly,
I'm forced to rise quite early,
And to work my mind must bend,
As to work my way I wend.
I have to say,
I'd rather it were Friday,
Then I'd be feeling right,
As Friday night is party night,
And a party does me urge,
On alcohol to splurge,
Then the weekend is a maze,
As for the most I'm in a daze.
But then Monday does return,
And does all the good times spurn,
For though some don't mind the grind,
I find the grind unkind,
As people me command,
Who don't me understand,
And so it is with dread,
I view the days ahead.
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