Hello Monday, Oh Monday

Oh how cliche, Oh what a day

How many poems are written about you?

How many complaints do you receive every week?

You must have low self-esteem Monday.  For that, I’m sorry 

I’m sorry for how I treat you

But this relationship is a two way street

You show up unfashionably early and you linger around longer than you’re welcome

You ruin my hair and you make me late

I try to like you Monday, but you keep me strung up so tight

Please don’t bother me anymore Monday, I’ve got things I need to do

I’ve got things I need to do.