Monday morning is not a point in time, it's a punishment for some forgotten crime Tuesday came as no surprise, just to witness my demise Wednesday made no sense at all, spent Thursday waiting for night to fall A week straight, a week bent, extremely unpleasant A week came, a week went A week spent with odd intent Don't know why or what it meant A week went Friday passes slower than a stoned snail Gain the gas is left to slimy trail Saturday was soaked in passive stress In darkness, in madness Sunday I realize only one day remain Then I'm back to Monday again A week meant to annoy me A week sent to destroy me A week lived, a week less A week built on weakness On present pointlessness A week built on weakness On present pointlessness A week built on weakness On present pointlessness A week built on weakness On present pointlessness A bleak week is not unique A bleak week not worth exploring A weak week is worth ignoring A week lame beyond boring Below depression is my norm I've turned boredom into an art form Therefore I quit before I start I turn boredom into art I turn boredom into art form