A Letter to Monday

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Monday
Why do you hate me so?
I plan for you on Sunday
with lists and meditation.
Early to bed, early to rise
and still your torment grows.

Gray skies or blue,
sun-kissed warmth or north wind chill,
Mother Nature matters not to you.
With a vindictive snicker
you spill coffee, advance deadlines,
sabotage…