Monday mornings are bleak poems
Words of despair
Rhymes regarding the tragedy of responsibility
Soul crushing prose packs a black belt’s kick
Each stanza a death march into the concrete jungle
Cluttered basement office in an Art Deco skyscraper
Gleaming steel and gargoyles made of stone
Bored by my misery like an apathetic Feudal lord
Court Jesters with plastic faces and leather briefcases
Bells jingling on their creepy hats, shoes and smartphones
Rotten breath stomps my nose as they interrogate me
Regarding the whereabouts of my imaginary girlfriend
They know
I punch the time clock but it hits back
Double barrel shotgun of a 50 hour work week
About to turn me into a modern art masterpiece
My smashed head used for some office party cake
The cute one from Industrial Design is getting married
The chainsmoker in HR is back from open heart surgery
They saw him sneaking cigarettes in the ladies’ room
I log onto the mainframe to earn my keep
Grim blackness and the devil’s code written in green
Time to pay down the bar tab you shiftless drunkard
Then the rent
maybe
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 
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