Miserable Mondays

Recovering from a weekend

Takes some quality time

I'm sure you'll agree when I say

Monday mornings are a crime.

Formals replace the LBD

Briefings replace party sounds

Coffee replaces alcohol

Clients charge like a pack of hounds.

Guzzling gallons of non-alcoholic water

To cool my insides and make them fine

But if you ask me, what I really need

Is a few more glasses of some good wine.

Staring at the clock for a miracle

Its hands are moving excruciatingly slow

Escaping from this gruelling predicament

Home is where I want to go.

But the day is long and endless,

Bullshit is playing on loop.

I need a magic potion to sail through

Can I call for some alcoholic soup?

I know how to make this better

All the rules I'm going to bend

Wine Wednesday is calling 

Who's gonna wait for the weekend?