At 6 a.m. it begins with an incessant beep-beep-beep
I fumble clumsily for the alarm, eyes still closed because I didn’t get enough sleep
I could have gone to bed early; I always say that I will
But as the final moments of my weekend slip away, I desperately cling to the thrill
How is it already Monday? I whine, as I roll out of bed
Resting my face in my palms as I think about the week that lies ahead
Put on my slippers and begrudgingly trudge down the hall
Better make a whole pot of coffee today…it is Monday, after all.
I will lose my keys, spill my coffee and have to make a run for the bus
I will then be forced to take the last seat next to an Evangelist who will pray for me when I cuss
I will make it to work just a second too late
And will consequently be given assignments that I’ll hate
I’ll avoid having to make small talk at all cost
I lack the patience to hear about ballet recitals, and neck-in-neck games that were lost
I’ll navigate past the water cooler and sneak by the break room
And stealthily slip unnoticed into my cubicle/tomb
It’s then that I’ll realize I forgot my phone
Oh, the life of an office drone.
xx,
K.
Been there. Weekly.
Those evangelists can take their unwanted f*****g prayers elsewhere.
Office drones rock!
Great ode to Monday!
haha thank you! story of my life (currently)
Thank you for your visit, i was wondering if you would like to post your poetry on my blog. You could read this.
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