I hate Mondays

If we’re ever gonna fall in love
Let’s do it on a Monday
'cause I have shit to do
If I’m still thinking of you
On a Friday afternoon
Then I’ll know this is a something
And not one of the many nothings that dwell
In between the cracks of my life
That swell like a water balloon
A flaccid sack of empty popped with a prick
A sopping void filling me up
My brain is busy moving exclamation marks in an email
I carry emotions
Like a snail carries its house on its back
I don’t have time for this when a full stop can get me fired
Shoot me!
A text on Sunday night
And we’ll see.

Img: Almeida Júnior, Suadade (Longing), 1899