Monday morning PC

[Axanderdeath]

Monday morning


It is a shame I am just too caught
In the continuing dread.
The day in and out
The blasting bombs of boredom--the hate
Mongers mongering the hated breakfast
Lunch and dinner
Mopping around, dragging my feet.
I was going to do more today,
But I am not even going to sweep the floor.

It is the day before the day before the middle of the week,
The day before the day before the weekend
Which are the days I drink because I see there is nothing happening
Not one productive thing
Feet moving backwards, feet dragging backwards
And why is poetry so damn sad
Or you can’t
Understand a word

Why do people like my poems more than my stories
My under appreciated stories
My unpublished stories
My stories that are like a wart on the ass of the world, amazing!!!
The ass of a whore that used to be a girl
And fell down the crack
To the under world
And now is smoking her catalyst

But it is a shame that I have to
Not refrain because
There is nothing there
But
Random random thoughts
Blurred by sadness and ignorance and
Lost lost dreams
Of summer days… on Monday
morning