My choice of drink,
is always blue.
And that's always,
on a Sunday.
You never seem to approve,
their syrupy sweetness,
and sprightly shades,
(That match my own)
I dismiss your dissent.
I'd like to believe,
your tastes are weird.
Yesterday-
On a Sunday,
you ask me,
in all earnestness,
"But, why?"
And I tell you,
with blue stained teeth,
and blue stained lips,
in a tone so convincing,
though I'm not too convinced myself,
"This way, I can beat
in advance
the Monday Blues,
by consuming them."
Because honestly, I hadn't had any...
Until today-
On a Monday,
as I sit in my office,
and you sit in yours,
several kilometers apart.
Distanced by districts,
Separated by traffic,
The blues get to me,
and I ask myself questions,
Why
some jobs need qualifications,
Why
there are no flying cars,
Why
this city is so big,
Why
the weekend is so far.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
My choice of drink,
is always blue.
And that's always,
on a Sunday.
You never seem to approve,
their syrupy sweetness,
and sprightly shades,
(That match my own)
I dismiss your dissent.
I'd like to believe,
your tastes are weird.
Yesterday-
On a Sunday,
you ask me,
in all earnestness,
"But, why?"
And I tell you,
with blue stained teeth,
and blue stained lips,
in a tone so convincing,
though I'm not too convinced myself,
"This way, I can beat
in advance
the Monday Blues,
by consuming them."
Because honestly, I hadn't had any...
Until today-
On a Monday,
as I sit in my office,
and you sit in yours,
several kilometers apart.
Distanced by districts,
Separated by traffic,
The blues get to me,
and I ask myself questions,
Why
some jobs need qualifications,
Why
there are no flying cars,
Why
this city is so big,
Why
the weekend is so far.