Monday, I Hate You

I knew you were coming,
But I’m never ready for you,
It’s a chance to do something new
But sometimes the old doesn’t sound so bad,
Some dip you in glitter,
I’d rather pull the cover back over my head,
Begging for yesterday to return but it’s so far away,
Only if you can fast forward it,
Instead it’s in slow motion,
Super slow to be exact,
And it’s never enough coffee,
Never enough weekend,
But I’ve had enough of you,
I don’t want you anymore,
But here you are,
Returning weekly to punish me with your presence,
But depending on how you’re viewed you’re a present in my presence,
A gift wrapped in shiny paper,
Waiting to be opened,
So as the alarm clock chimes increase,
I awaken to think how much I hate you Monday,
But please, never miss a week,
Come back every six days because truthfully,
You’re the only thing I complain about and I miss you when you’re not here.

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