Monday is a duplicitous treacherous whore
a midnight murderer (you’re next -it will find you)
a useless begging in a dingy alley
Monday is going to kill me kill me
dead
just like my brain -dead
just like my soul -dead dead dead
Monday is an old man
that doesn’t want to get up
from behind the counter
in order to serve you a pack of cigarettes
Monday is a beautiful girl
without a soul
or a friend
without empathy
Monday is a late cheque, a mechanic’s estimate
a slamming door, a hung-up phone
a push, a shove, and sometimes a fist
a hole in your shoe or the side of your skull
a sister on crack and the
sewer that just ate your keys
Monday is a waiting room full of uninteresting faces
or a cigarette burn on your cheek
Monday is the spineless coworker
who just won’t stop complaining about the boss
until you want to brain him with your industrial stapler
but won’t because you would probably go to jail
and then Monday’s
would be the least of your problems.
I usually despise Monday’s
but today it’s a special mixture of resentment and
existential hollowness
my gut is still rotted
from Friday night
I can’t find my phone
and I’m stewing at my desk
like bad soup
overly angry
about my untied shoelaces
again.
Monday is watching Blade Runner without the extra scenes. (aka, Just Not Worth My Time)
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Monday is Bladerunner without the sexual assault on the robot (Kiss me…kiss me NOW…say that you LIKE it)
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That about sums it up… π
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Today was ruthless.
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Monday is on everybody’s hit list.
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It’s a wicked thing. Whole day was excruciating so I thought about all the things Monday were to me and started writing them down at work.
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I’m sorry it was harrowing for you, tomorrow is a new day and hopefully it makes up for your terrible Monday-smile.
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Thank you. I appreciate that. I hope that you have a good tomorrow as well.
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Thank you-smile
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Like the new site! And the psychotic line about the industrial stapler π
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I loved the flow of your poem today! And thank you. Funny thing was that the person I was writing about was complaining to me while I was writing about braining him. Had he looked up at my screen he would not have been pleased.
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Haha that’s a great image! – and thank you very much!
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π
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