The Nine to Five Writer

It is knowing this body must endure
something more than
a regular nine to five -
without flipping a lid.

No losing your temper,
feeling bad,
or relaxing
for eight hours,
every single day,
five days
mercilessly
in sequence
perpetually.

Though
fear not!
For, two days are rewarded.
Two days of
kind-of-stay-here-we-need-you-for-your-job-later
freedom.

So here is to Sunday,
Monday's ugly cousin.

ToDay

To every borrowed heart,

For every day that ends in day:

Only ever loan a soul, 

don't give that love away.

It may sound harsh, 

a violent tune

But if you saw the way...
He looked at me, with aesthetic seas;
On the day we name today;
You would smile with the mouth you've been given.
And oh, you'd grin the morn' away.
For he only ever loves me
on the days that end in day.
But seeing as the moon does fall,
I guess he never did any way...