Poem: When Tuesdays Feel like Mondays

How I wish for a glorious sunrise
How I wish I could sleep late
But work it drones on and on
Only thirty minutes past eight

A steel grey sky and donuts
Coffee as black as can be
Yesterday’s sweater and messy bun
Yes, this is definitely me

Click of the mouse and fluorescents
Fake laughs and people so happy
Sometimes you just want to slap ’em
Especially on a day so crappy

Mm…and that’s all I got. Mike came in to say goodnight and I lost my train of thought. Psh, men! šŸ˜‰ well…I have to go to bed anyway. Hope you guys had a better work day than me!

Happy writing!

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