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Monday Madness

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Well, folks, working on some new content for you now that a lil’ hiccup in life has finally taken a backseat. Until then, be sure to check out the pinterest board below and my old Monday poems. If there’s anything particular you’d like to see, be sure to let me know and I’ll see I can work it on into the schedule. You know I’m always eager to please.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

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For The Rest Of Us

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Preach, Death Wish Coffee. Preach.

 

Well, well, well. I heard tell that some of you special snowflakes out there have this Monday all to yourselves. While you’re all out, relaxin’, here’s something for the rest of us to go on. May it help us get on a lil quicker through the day.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

Back To It

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Ain’t that the truth?

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

Keep On

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Running on empty
right into a wall
left in a heap of
limbs, bills, withdrawal

stitch it up together with
clocks, laws, regrets

pick it back up because
life’s not done with you yet.

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Another Monday, another poem to moan it’s arrival. Here’s to hoping that you stop on by, like what you see, and maybe got a little smile. ‘Cause you know we need them this time of the week.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

Health Advice

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Taking a break this week from the usual rants and mutterings that I call poems but, in the mean time, please feel free to check out my links below if you find yourself longing for those old words or in the mood for some more Monday mischief.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

Back To It.

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Hate to say it, but it’s true. . .

 

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

‘Bout Damn Time

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Nothing Pessamistic from The Procrastitorian

Tomorrow brings a new year and a new poem but, for tonight, a little somethin’ positive to help lift the mood. Have fun, be safe, and drink as much as a person can possibly consume! Thanks, to everyone, for an amazing year.

I’ll be here doing a shot for you 🙂

A Reminder

Writers
remember
we suffer from a collective
condition
our hearts are
toxic
we have to write
them out or they’ll
well up with
grief and muck
and it will just be
too much, too late
never enough
and we’ll do anything drastic to
bleed them
dry

Pipers

Piper

Piper

Though we all must pay
the piper,
the man with a thousand
upon a thousand names,
we don’t have to dance to
his gilded tune
masters of fate all,
we can craft and fall
into our own
games.

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