The time of the day that you hate so much
You don't want to speak or even be touched
It's the morning you loathe rather than love
The moment of life you don't want a part of
Monday is the worst in the whole week
Walking around feeling the freak
Coming across the idea of working
Slowly does it go, a migraine is lurking
How wrong and unpleasant it could be
There is no choice but bluntly agree
Obliged to leave the comfort of rest
Was surely the most diabolical test
The alarm is going crazy at the side of your ear
Hoping it would stop like it being your fear
The battle goes on until I press snooze
But then it rings again with nothing to choose
You shift and turn not wanting to leave
But there's a voice telling you to believe
Stepping out of the covers to begin the quest
And start moving groggily east to west
The bathroom is a mess and the air smelled like BO
Everything around you will reduce your energy to zero
Not only that, but you are greeted by an arctic shower
By that time, you are rendered with no ounce of power
Following this shower is hair tangled into a nest
And your mouth smelling opposite from lemon zest
Terrible is not enough to perfectly describe
The thought of preparing, leaving, and arrive
Running down to the kitchen for a quick bite
Meeting your evil sibling preparing to fight
You look at the food hungry and quiet
But you remember the pledge of having a diet
Miserable as it gets everyone is moody
No one around can be called a foodie
Screaming, arguing, and crying comes often
Nobody gives up but stars to gradually soften
As we part our ways to conquer the day
Minutes will pass and good will it may
Everyone begins to settle and look at light
Beauty and peace comes to your sight
People believe its a punishment for blunder
I can't deny neither do wonder
But one good thing about this horrible day
Is the appreciation to the relief-filled Friday
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The Compilation
PoetryThis is a book full of original poems. In short, a compilation!
