Or leave you feeling like you deserve a crown,
After the lull of the weekend,
You're forced to plug back in, with full guns blazing from all ends,
Monday is a strange mixture of happiness,
And anxiousness,
You feel like a fresher straight out of college,
Who has limited knowledge,
On how to behave,
What if you dig your own grave,
Oh wait, I do that everyday,
Monday through Sunday,
Despite the leg kicks under the table,
And signals to shut up and leave, I'm simply unable,
To be diplomatic or politically correct,
Lesson learnt, I announce, if I want to say something nasty and then I'm told to either change the subject,
Or dive right in,
My heart's always been on my sleeve, I speak from within,
Not a great trait,
On weary/powerful Mondays when folks are just beginning to think straight.
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