Groggy's The Word!

Still there, the Sunday hangover
Open are my eyes to see what's next
Wanna go back under the cover
Psyched, under no pretext.

Where I go everyday, there's no one for some time
Eventually they come, bored heads, not just some
And a week begins, just like a song with rhyme
The hope's still there, of a great week to come.

The most hectic work, the sleepy sessions
Sitting there, waiting for the hand to shift
To the deadline, first on the list of confessions
Wishing for the time to go by, really swift.

Get back home, nothing's on TV
Plain, bland the food too ;)
There's nothing to do, so jobless and free
As Time flies by, I'm left wondering what to do.

The years might go by, but the trend's there
Of a boring first day, unfortunately true
It's gonna come next week too, so unfair
Can't brush past it, That's a Monday for you.


PS:- Just crawled through one today! ;)