Waking up, feeling dizzy,
Hangover, everything looking grey
And it came like a flash,
Its freaking Monday
No matter what drug I took,
The feeling was still soar
One black coffee was not sufficient,
I gotta take some more
Spending awful amount of time in traffic jam,
Could only curse and scream at the mob,
Because of those pathetic losers
I was already late for my job
Checked the register for attendance,
Boss had already arrived,
Its going to be a long day
I had a nasty feeling, mine would be circumcised
Assignments, deadlines, mails and documents
Were enough to make me feeble and weak
When will this day end,
Monday, worst day of the week
At last the day ended,
Swearing not to repeat this, simple and plain
But deep down in the conscience
I knew it very well, it will happen again
