Weekdays and Weekends

How fast do the weekends fly,

It makes me want to cry,

I enjoy the emptiness of the brain,

And the lack of strain,

Weekdays fly by too,

But with a lot of hullabaloo,

There are deadlines to meet,

And some tasks on repeat,

Monday hits you hard on the face,

And suddenly you're forced to speeden your pace,

Forgotten are the afternoon naps,

Instead you brace yourself for some solid raps, 

You find yourself counting the days down for the weekend,

That glorious end,

To a busy week,

In the interim, try not to shriek,

Chocolates exist only to relieve stress,

So pop on them vigorously, to clear the mind's mess.