Hello Monday, Oh Monday
Oh how cliche, Oh what a day
How many poems are written about you?
How many complaints do you receive every week?
You must have low self-esteem Monday. For that, I’m sorry
I’m sorry for how I treat you
But this relationship is a two way street
You show up unfashionably early and you linger around longer than you’re welcome
You ruin my hair and you make me late
I try to like you Monday, but you keep me strung up so tight
Please don’t bother me anymore Monday, I’ve got things I need to do
I’ve got things I need to do.