Monday is that blah day. Is it the first day of the week, or is that Sunday? You wake up extra tired, wondering what’s going on? Knowing that you wanna go back to sleep, like a repeat song. If you work, you have to go make the donuts. If you don’t have to work, you get to stare at the ceiling, somewhat. Either way, it’s a state of confusion all day. You’re ready for the more energy jolting Tuesday.

Sunday, Monday, happy days – as the song says.

Gee, who wrote that song? What a whiz.

Saturday, boy…, what a day. Can we get it to stay? Come on you guys, let’s pray. Let’s not delay. Monday is still waiting for it’s fillet. Guess the prey. Haha too late, Monday is already here, at the gateway.

Might as well make the best out of it. It’s only one day, out of seven. It’ll go by quick! Meanwhile, whatever happened to that show, 7th Heaven?

10 thoughts on “Monday’s

  1. msnyder1970

    what can I say
    I’m a veteran poetry slammer
    full of style
    waxin’ never relaxin’
    going more than eight mile
    A-Town City Slicker
    spittin’ words behind my trigger
    With my brother Michael Malachi
    props bruh..we sly

    * second mic drop*


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