Photo 101: Day Eleven: A Pop of Colour
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“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Is that a knife on my back or are you just happy to see me?”
I’ll stab you in the back, if you’ll stab mine
Call it suspicion or plain paranoia
Still not turning my back on ya
Perhaps a lack of trust in a fellow human
But definitely not a friendship in blooming
We come in friendship (shoot to kill)
That kind of kinship, gives you a chill
The pessimist would underline this cliche
And using “trust no one” as a catch phrase
Surely this rant was written in jest
Just something to get off my chest
If there was a lesson to be learnt, then just fine
At least you did not have to read between the lines