Why I Hate Every Monday
Why I Hate Every Monday The minute my eyes open, I gently shut them back, Going back to sleep, Isn’t an option that I have, As I struggle to push myself off my bed, There is a sensation I feel beneath my legs, “I do not want to go to work” I say, It’s just something I cannot do, Even after sleeping for ten-odd hours, I still have no energy, To bring myself to go to the bathroom, No amount of motivation, Can convince me to go on, Finally, I look at the time, It's quarter to 8 again!! If I don’t hurry up, Then I shall be late again, After I somehow manage to get ready and leave my home, I slowly weave my way, into the daily routine of my mundane life. Then, I somehow leave my home And rush to the station, My goodness! As usual, There ain’t any train for at least another 20 minutes, So that’s my story, every morning. But it’s worse on Mondays, Since it’s the day after Sunday, It reminds you that Sunday has ...