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Monday’s not to blame

Monday’s not to blame

“I wish it were Friday “
Forget troubles at large
Spend time alone or With loved ones
Just to “ recharge “
Let’s do it again
This gruelling endeavour 
“I hate Monday’s“ they say
They are  as wrong as ever
Poor Monday! , i say
Unfortuned fate 
To be set upon 
The workweek start date
For those pitiful things
Those mortal men
Have no one to hate, but them
Imbeciles they are
Run after useless things 
Wishing their lives away while the devil sings

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