Monday, June 05, 2006
Monday Monday
I feel like I'm in the middle of the Mama's and Papa's song. It's very Monday today. Just unbearable.
Why?
Because the Monday's in life are filled with responsibility.
Get up, go to school, do your best. Turn in your work. Obey. Do as you're told. Do as you're expected. Monday....
And as you age it's get up and go to work. Work for your keep, your money, you family.
Work to pay the bills. Work to buy food. Work to keep a roof over your head and insurance on your family and your car.
We do it because he have to. We do it because we must. And it all starts over again every Monday.
Monday is a day we admit to our obligations - grudgingly.
Monday sucks.
Why?
Because the Monday's in life are filled with responsibility.
Get up, go to school, do your best. Turn in your work. Obey. Do as you're told. Do as you're expected. Monday....
And as you age it's get up and go to work. Work for your keep, your money, you family.
Work to pay the bills. Work to buy food. Work to keep a roof over your head and insurance on your family and your car.
We do it because he have to. We do it because we must. And it all starts over again every Monday.
Monday is a day we admit to our obligations - grudgingly.
Monday sucks.
