MondaysA Poem by Prudence DesideriaSlight insanity warning I suppose, about working life, panic, dialogues in our heads, and Mondays.
Trenches are un-expected Some of us are Perhaps Chronically drawn to them For that I apologize Not sure to whom though Whichever the turning point I think I missed it Oh well We are all vulnerable Happy to hide it though Behind titles and careers Expensive lingerine Stiff exteriors Oh well Such a sloppy world we live in All the things we could do Apart from the fear of course “I think that’s… no” “Panic?” “But how so my dear…” “I just can’t breath no more”
Maybe you need to take it easy Relax sweetheart Lean back Enjoy the ride Here’s a little something to think about It’s a cruel world Live with it “What can I do?”
“Fight damn it.” “I’m not like that…” “Oh for… Of course you are. You’d be dead otherwise.” “Huh…” Spiffy suits Make-up is on Heels clattering rythmically Headache’s forming Morning sunshine What a great day to go to work Wear the happy face now sweetheart Monday’s here again
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