Tom Dylan

Monday, I can\'t do this

The five days of the working week

stretch ahead in front of me

like twenty-six marathon miles

and my ankle is broken.

 

I feel your hands around my neck,

Monday, choking and squeezing,

I can\'t breathe and am

losing consciousness. 

 

Our relationship is toxic, Monday.

Your demands are impossible

and you\'re becoming a bore.

Monday, you are a bully.

 

I\'m done with you, Monday.

I quit, I\'m out, we\'re through.

I\'ve had all I can take from you.

See you next week.