Monday Blues

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Another alarm, another clock. Tik tok, tik tok. Forty eight hours done and gone! You think that is right, dear Sir? We have not even breathed, nor have our senses been rearranged....yet you want me to do one hundred and twenty hours all over again. Quite the unfair ratio! Time for routine again, the endless loop of the same actions, same chores, same steps, same people, same work, same places. Monday sings the blues at a fine, dismal tune. 

The body stiffs and tenses, a quick turn to gaze upon the pillow and almost hear it whisper, "you don't need this job today,". And then......the trumpets grow louder and the bass suddenly booms, a whipping tune called " bills, bills, bills and food, food, food." Never once do you intend to sing or dance along. Sincerely, a dispiriting ballad. Our favourite colour will soon not be blue!

And so.....we rise, stumble, groan and pout, angrily fixing the kettle, shoulders drooping, we just want out. The tune gets louder, it's almost time, to show the world what we're all about. Monday blues, oh Monday blues, your essence is truly not devout. 






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