Monday, March 3

monday morning haiku

Monday I do not
like you half so much as a
big punch in the mouth.

I rise from my bed
oh, ill-advised night shower
hair like a mouse nest.

Argh! ARGH! Why do I
always measure the coffee wrong
on Monday morning?

Soon I will be there
at my desk, a prisoner
of Monday's dark chains.

Lovely sunlight, in
ten minutes I head for a
place with no windows.

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