Why I Hate Mondays
Startled, darkness, stumbling, fumbling
noise beeping, frying my brain, migraine
gotta turn it off b�fore I go insane.
Stumbling fumbling, in the darkness
BAM face meets wall, OOF body meets floor
crawling, reaching, searching, CLICK
Bright light, eyes flaming, really should a stayed in bed
Turn on shower, hop in, real hot
burning, scalding, OK NOW I�M AWAKE
wet and cold, reach for towel
slip fall, OUCH, bleeding
Get dressed, OH NO!, no clothes, should�ve washed em
Oh well, who�ll care? Not me I�ll just wear.
Outside, gray sky, cold air, raining hard
Bus is late, sneaking back to go to bed
OH GEEZ, here it comes, I really miss my bed
Go to class,
confusion, frustration, gee�I think I have constipation
1 test, 2, 2 test, 3, failed�em all woe is me
class is over, YEAH, that�s great.
Outside, cold air, gray sky, raining really really hard
ARRGH, someone stole my umbrella.
Walking across street, hit by biker
lying in mud, should I get up and strike her?
No, just lay here for a while in the mud
AAAHH!!, my favorite shirt, AWW CRUD!!
Where is my bed�
I want to lay my weary head down till Monday is over
Back in room, really tired
can anything else go wrong on Monday
O DARN�PENCIL BROKE���.
