An Ode to Monday

Excerpt: “The alarm clock screams a song of war. I hit snooze, once, twice, four. My soul is tired, my bed is deep, I’d trade my salary for one hour of sleep.”

The alarm clock screams a song of war,
I hit snooze, once, twice, four.
My soul is tired, my bed is deep,
I’d trade my salary for one hour of sleep.

I stare at the ceiling, questioning life,
Is the rent worth this corporate strife?
The email notifications light up the room,
Inviting me into the Zoom meeting gloom.

“Hope this email finds you well,” they say,
While I’m surviving on dry shampoo and a prayer today.
My coffee is black, my outlook is bleak,
It’s only 9 A.M., and I’ve peaked for the week.

So here’s to the warriors of the 9-to-5 grind,
Trying to look busy while losing their mind.
May your Wi-Fi be strong, and your boss be away,
And may we all survive… just one more day.