i’ve always hated mondays

there’s just so much to do

seconds go by like mollasses

the hours are longer, too

the alarm is set an hour ahead

it forces me up out of bed

half asleep i stumble ’round

my hairbrush still remains unfound

grab a bagel

skip cream cheese

is there food between my teeth?

no time to check

or i’ll be late

nervously i sit and wait

the clock ticks slowly

i pace and sigh

as the day goes by and by

frusteration; i want to cry

just another hated monday.