Monday’s bloody Monday’s,
I’ll escape the, rinse-repeat, someday.
This carousel of office hell,
Will make way for a more fun day... someday.
Time is precious, but has its price,
A man must earn and sacrifice.
Hours and hours, spent working to provide.
Boxed up in an office while the sun shines outside.
God I hate Monday’s.
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Author:
G (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2018 01:24
- Comment from author about the poem: Just complaining about having to go to work again! :) still smiling happy Monday all
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Comments4
I totally feel this poem! I'm currently on a quest to break the 9-5 lifestyle. So far I've travelled across the country and plan on living in a small camper trailer. The gypsy life is looking good!
Sooo envious!
If you’re in the uk and the north east area pick me up! Haha
Sooo envious!
If you’re in the uk and the north east area pick me up! Haha
Here Here
I adopting a new 24/7 approach
If I never stop I never have ti start
This works for so many things
Great write
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