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I woke ahead of the morning, for reasons I hardly know. I clad myself in fancy clothes but for reasons I hardly know. I put on a tie - attempted a knot but failed as I waste more time. I look at my clock, I look at my watch, Wonder why it did not chime. I gulp a steaming cup of espresso, a shot of adrenaline pumped briskly, I took my phone, dashed out quickly, I then forgot my keys. Found them seep in between the couch, I had to sweat it out. Crumpled shirt and an unbalanced tie I foresee a morning shout. I ignore a typical Monday dusk, as I put on my cotton socks, Slipped my toes into my brogues, I took one last look at the clock. I still had time, it is still early, Perhaps a cigarette before I drive, I lit one up, minty inhale, the sun has started to rise. I rushed in the car, started the engine, and put my gear to reverse. I zoom right out my greasy gate, My tires, all four of them, bursts. I took one look in the mirror, I knew it's down the drain, I might as well call in sick, and tell my boss it's the rain. Who would believe that all four tires, would deflate so quickly at once? It sounds like a bad joke by a bad comedian, not believable - like a very bad pun. I took one last look at my watch, It's way past 'possible' o-clock. I left the car to fend for itself, I went into the house without my socks. I jumped right back into my silky bed, happy to see my five pillows. I am not excited it's the start of the week, but Tuesday can never be this mellow. I shut the window, pulled the blinds, Sleep deprived made me berserk. "Mundane Monday", "Monday blues", Whatever...you're the one at work.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
You're the one at work
I woke ahead of the morning, for reasons I hardly know. I clad myself in fancy clothes but for reasons I hardly know. I put on a tie - attempted a knot but failed as I waste more time. I look at my clock, I look at my watch, Wonder why it did not chime. I gulp a steaming cup of espresso, a shot of adrenaline pumped briskly, I took my phone, dashed out quickly, I then forgot my keys. Found them seep in between the couch, I had to sweat it out. Crumpled shirt and an unbalanced tie I foresee a morning shout. I ignore a typical Monday dusk, as I put on my cotton socks, Slipped my toes into my brogues, I took one last look at the clock. I still had time, it is still early, Perhaps a cigarette before I drive, I lit one up, minty inhale, the sun has started to rise. I rushed in the car, started the engine, and put my gear to reverse. I zoom right out my greasy gate, My tires, all four of them, bursts. I took one look in the mirror, I knew it's down the drain, I might as well call in sick, and tell my boss it's the rain. Who would believe that all four tires, would deflate so quickly at once? It sounds like a bad joke by a bad comedian, not believable - like a very bad pun. I took one last look at my watch, It's way past 'possible' o-clock. I left the car to fend for itself, I went into the house without my socks. I jumped right back into my silky bed, happy to see my five pillows. I am not excited it's the start of the week, but Tuesday can never be this mellow. I shut the window, pulled the blinds, Sleep deprived made me berserk. "Mundane Monday", "Monday blues", Whatever...you're the one at work.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
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