Monday Mourn Marathon!
Monday Mourn Marathon!
The eyes seem stuck, and I weigh tons
Just for a day, just for him
The dour, severe guy, who racks me so,
Oh, is there a law for his hellish breach?
Monday, oh Monday,
You are an abyss!
A horny demon,
You are the hero of nightmares!
Burn my forest of Sunday rest,
cremate and char my peace!
Thwack off my tiny hope of life,
And haunt me and scrag me up!
I dream to own an almanac,
Just to the red line you, Mr. Gross!
Whenever my grail pops up to life,
You will have no place in this cosmos!