That Sunday Feeling
The day of worry has
arrived
Saturday nights gone
and you’ve survived
Now you have to get
up and focus
Work your magic, ‘Hocus
Pocus’
You have your work on
the floor scattered
You look around your
head is battered
Searching for
something but where do you start?
They never told you
about this part
Finally you think you
have the week planned
You started marking
but that soon got canned
Is it too soon to
reach for the wine?
More work to do I’ll
have it after nine
It’s eight pm and you’ve
worked since ten
Only a week to do
before you do it all again
Next Saturday night
out is so appealing
Only the following
day you’ll have that Sunday feeling
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