Poem for Monday
Monday evening
One down, four to go
And then a whole bunch of days off
What with the Saturday
And Sunday
And a sick day on Monday
And a freak snowstorm on Tuesday
And a volcanic eruption on Wednesday
That leads to
Lava
Flowing in the streets like a hot red flowy thing
And then mass amnesia on Thursday
That makes everyone forget to go to work
Means I only have a one day work week
Next week
Now if I can just make it through
The next four days
I’ll bet set
Golden
Rawk.
Was that an inappropriate use of the word “rawk?”
Am I violating international rocking conventions
By using it to talk about my job, which doesn’t rock
In any sense of the word?
Probably.
I apologize with all my heart.