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No post for today, but have no fears! I’ve always got a little something waiting there to cheer you up. Click below to look at my archive of past Monday poems, or be sure to look at my Pinterest board for new inspiration for your yawning soul.

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 Pintrest Board

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

Well-Meaning Monday

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No good deed goes unpunished
no dreamer finds time to sleep
and we of the tender hearts
are only
that way from being beat

We’re taking the high road to our
personal hells just
digging our own graves while
trying to dig them their wells

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They say the road to hell’s paved with good intentions. Personally, I think that applies to most highways, too. Yet to find someone making an early morning commute who wouldn’t rather be some place they ain’t.

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 Pintrest Board

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

Monday Already?

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Monday Again

Where have the hours gone and
when did they go?
I was sitting in good company
sipping on better and
next thing I know,
that damned alarm clock
sets to leering,
jeering at the circles
set under to hold
open my eyes and tsking
with tics that I’ve got
to do something to somehow
make a life
whether I like it
or not.

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I know, I know- It’s Monday again. Let me be the first to apologize for that little inconvenience.  Still, we’ll just have to do the best we can, I suppose and drag ourselves along. To help out with that, up there was a little something to let you know that your not alone. Hell, I didn’t finish with this post till nearly one thirty in the morning, so my whole demeanor isn’t bound to be too far off.

So, if you feel me, raise  a cup of coffee in my honor and we’ll caffeinate our way together through another tedious, drawn out, no good, rotten Monday.

Hump Day Duality

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Hump Day Duality

Middle of tha’ week and
I’m just a tad tapped out,
Monday’s on the backside but
Friday’s a lingering doubt
Sulkin ’round in the back
of my mind,

sending ghosting echos of
weekend shades, ring in my
ears of bar-made better days
where two words didn’t stand
obstructing my path,

it’s just the linger sting,
the bittersweet last of
Wendsay’s duality,
a hump day stagnation callin’,
on both future and past.

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I’ve done Monday poems, I’ve done Friday poems but, folks, this is my first ever hump day poem. It might be a crude little rhyme, but I think it worked out alright. There just happens to be that elation but also that sort of ‘crap I still have two days to go’ feeling till the weekend.  Anywho, hope you enjoy and that your hump day ends quickly so you can truely be on the down slope of the work week! Continue reading →

Meaner By the Minute

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Meaner By the Minute

I swear Monday’s just make me
meaner by the minute,

clock goes off,
I get up,
and my mind starts
ticking,

Hour hand slicing
and minutes searing,
severing my last few
nerves while
the seconds are gearing
to make me twitch,

to get circuits to spark,
to try and make me
ignite and erupt,
and blow sky-high
the first $^*%!g hero,
who tries to push his
dumb luck.

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There’s not much we can do about it, folks- It’s Monday again. I know that the day sometimes leaves me with a short fuse and, well, I’m sure it does a few of you too. So here’s a little poem to hopefully make your day less grueling and get you by a bit quicker.

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