an ode to monday - by Damian Willcox

i hate you monday, you smell like dirt,
my brain is tired, my eyelids hurt,
you force me out of bed and send me to work,
i’m sure if you were a person, you’d be a big jerk,
your facade so transparent “monday’s so good and so new”
as i’m flushed down this weekly toilet like a big piece of poo,
all day i will suffer, subject to your ongoing wrath,
but just wait until friday we’ll see who has the last laugh,
when the week is again finished and i can sleep in ’til noon,
go to bed at 5 a.m. at the sinking of the moon,
watch cartoons all day and eat popcorn and soda,
just wait and i’ll show you the true meaning of quota,
i can annoy telemarketers, as my time is not squandered,
doing bad things like dishes or clothes that need be laundered,
bathing and shaving, i’m quite sure these can wait,
no upcoming inauguration, special event, or hot date,
i can play video games, rent movies, or sit down and draw,
or run around in the front yard yelling “i am the law”,
until the neighbours complaints force my behaviour to cease,
i explain why i’m wearing boxer shorts and a cape to the police.

I hope your Monday i better than this.

We are available in Greenville all week (also able to travel to Columbia, Asheville, Spartanburg, etc).  

*June 17 & 18 Erica will be visiting Greenville

*June 22 & 23 Erica, Candace and I will be in Concord.


Kisses,

Edan

(featured:  Kelly)