monday doing its thing

dear monday,

how do you do it?  

how do you come out of nowhere and just knock me off my feet like this?  

who told you to be so abrupt and distasteful?  

where did you learn to be so insensitive?

how do you make eden's fusses reach that frequency that makes my hair stand up?

how did you make me forget my purse?

how did you keep the sun from coming up at its usual hour? 
(or at least make me feel like you did?)

how do you make this past weekend feel like a distant memory 
and next weekend feel like it will never ever come?

who the heck do you think you are monday?

and why must you always do your thing?

Comments