Why I Hate Mondays
Startled, darkness, stumbling, fumbling
noise beeping, frying my brain, migraine
gotta turn it off b’fore I go insane.
Stumbling fumbling, in the darkness
BAM face meets wall, OOF body meets floor
crawling, reaching, searching, CLICK
Bright light, eyes flaming, really should a stayed in bed
Turn on shower, hop in, real hot
burning, scalding, OK NOW I’M AWAKE
wet and cold, reach for towel
slip fall, OUCH, bleeding
Get dressed, OH NO!, no clothes, should’ve washed em
Oh well, who’ll care? Not me I’ll just wear.
Outside, gray sky, cold air, raining hard
Bus is late, sneaking back to go to bed
OH GEEZ, here it comes, I really miss my bed
Go to class,
confusion, frustration, gee…I think I have constipation
1 test, 2, 2 test, 3, failed’em all woe is me
class is over, YEAH, that’s great.
Outside, cold air, gray sky, raining really really hard
ARRGH, someone stole my umbrella.
Walking across street, hit by biker
lying in mud, should I get up and strike her?
No, just lay here for a while in the mud
AAAHH!!, my favorite shirt, AWW CRUD!!
Where is my bed…
I want to lay my weary head down till Monday is over
Back in room, really tired
can anything else go wrong on Monday
O DARN…PENCIL BROKE……….
