Acrostic Monday (PM)

When you don't work

Every day is the same

Every day is the same

Know there's more out there

Every day is the same 

No. Other people work

Dependable friends show you the way

Suddenly weekend's a weekend 

Acrostic Monday (AM)

Here marks the point
Eagerly arrived at
After which standards
That were once absolute
Heretofore relaxed 
Reinstated
Only the motherfucking best coffee $AUD can buy
Will pass these lips evermore

Acrostic Monday (PM)

Please don't make me work

On hot summer days

Oh, how I long for

Lounging at the pool

Acrostic Monday (PM)

I haven't watched any of the new season of Breaking Bad. I'm worried. 

To you I came late, like a fool.

How could I have known

Exactly how much I would love you?

Sorrow. 

Only those who have loved and lost a series can know. 

Rotten though they are

Abhorrent though they be

Nothing will thrill like it does. 

Oh, wait. Maybe a pork sandwich from

Satriales. 

Acrostic Monday (AM)

Boy                                             

Real. Shit is getting real               

Every week the end is closer       

And how can Jesse be ok?          

Knowing what I know                   

I've seen enough to know            

Nothing can go right                    

Gah!                                            

Breaking Bad, I long for your end

And yet...                                    

Don't go                                     

Acrostic Monday (PM)

Nice to see you again, acrostic Monday!

Petal of violet

Interior of fig

No other colour's blush 

Knows my heart more.

Acrostic Monday (AM)

                                                My heart may belongs to blue. But

                                                 I have room in my heart for others

                                                No, mint, you could never replace navy

                                                Truth is as a colour your delighful, as a herb, sublime

Poetry comes to Monday (PM)

Well what are you gonna do? When poetry comes to Monday you can't fight that.

Monday is hated
On Mondays child you hate too
Need to get more sleep on the weekend?
Do you think if you were a more well-rounded person,
Acceptance of Monday and Monday's child would be easier?
You love Baby right? The fairest of them all.

Poetry comes to Monday (AM)

I know we usually save the poetry for Thursdays, but when inspiration hits this early in the week, only a madman or a fool would ignore it. 

This is me. 

Monday's child is meant to be fair of face.

Oooh lala, Monday's child. Aren't we lucky?

Not everyone can be so lucky. 

Don't you think we all wish we could be fair of face, Monday's child? 

Absolutely we do.

You know what though? Most of us hate Monday, so stick that in your fair face and smoke it.