
I hate Monday
It takes you away
I have you such a short time
And then you’re back with her
You say you have to work late
You have a late meeting
You have an overnight stay out of town
I have learned the truth though
You work your nine to five
Then you go to her
If I am lucky I see you after dinner
Too tired to talk you go to bed
You shower before I can
Smell her perfume on you
I guess I should be glad
You are still here weekends
I haven’t lost you completely
Even though you get “work calls”
That taint the day with heartache
***
This Monday will be different
I will no longer share you
I won’t be toyed with anymore
This is your last Monday to split
This is the last of you
All it takes is one bullet
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #3 – Monday
A brilliant poem Leigha.
Thank you Sadje!
My pleasure Leigha
Whoa. That will, indeed, be his last Monday!
If she aims well, yes.
Great twist at the end!
I wanted to write a little something different. Thanks!