Friday, May 31, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
It’s the money that makes you sad..
Monday, you bitch, you’re here again,
You suck my blood and make me sick,
So-so sick that I want to quit,
The job that refuses to let me sit.
I so want to quit and do what I love to bits,
Clickety click a lot of food,
Dance like a hippie and wake up in good mood.
I hope for a day when you’ll be a friend,
Who’ll wake me up to the life I dream,
For you dear Monday ain’t that bad,
It’s the money that makes you so very sad.
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