Many songs and poems have been written
about blue Mondays which have bitten
those who work for a living
and have jobs that are unforgiving.
Mondays are hard to face
for those who live a fast pace
on weekends filled with outdoor fun,
camping, hiking, biking and fishing in the sun.
Working for eight hours in a cubicle sucks,
employees feel like sitting ducks
at a carnival shooting gallery
waiting to be targets for a salary.
Routine is their middle name,
tasks which were a challenge have become lame,
supervisors are scratching their heads and
wondering if blue Mondays should be banned.
If that was the case then Monday would be on Tuesday
and feeling blue would be postponed in such a way
that songs and poems would have to be rewritten
as employees enjoy three-day weekends feeling truly smitten.