Poem -
Sunday bloody Sunday
Oh ye shout out “Hallelujah” as the sabbath serenades a sombre song
Whence the seventh day of that cycle has came on strong
Aghast is our timelessness yet the clock cannot be wrong
Still spiralling yon seconds spinning on and on..
And Sunday bloody Sunday should be a day of rest
Though I wither like the weather on a monotony quest
For I seek out no religion to be truly blest
Sunday forever feels like a tiresome test..
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Comments
awww sorry you feel you feel
like that about sunday its not
like it was in the old days
Ay I always find Sunday a dismal kinda day 🤣❤️💕💔
It's Monday for me...and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and....😆😆😆💞
Pml well I don’t like Moday much either like 🤣❤️💕❤️