This is the hardest
the hardest of them all
the one that we dread
the sould have stayed in bed
Waking in morn
eyes still a shut
hair all in tatters
mind still a scattered
Into the shower
the water hits your face
not giving a shit if you are going to be late
One leg in your pants
yes the next one too
a quick cup of coffee
maybe a bagel or two
Out to your car
the drivers seat you sit
wishing you were rich
so you dont have to do
this make a living shit
Monday the hardest of the week
were the strong barely make it
and the rest bow at its feet
vincent armone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-of-the-week-monday/
