Monday morning Is not a point in time It's a punishment For some forgotten crime Tuesday came As no surprise Just to witness My demise Wednesday made No sense at all Spent thursday waiting For night to fall A week straight, a week bent Extremely unpleasant A week came, a week went A week spent without intent Don't know why or what it meant Friday passes Slower than a stoned snail Gave me gasses Left a slimey trail Saturday was soaked In passive stress In madness In darkness On sunday i realise Only one day remain Then i'm back To monday again A week meant to annoy me A week sent to destroy me A week lived, a week less A week built on weakness Omnipresent pointlessness A bleak weak is not unique A bleak weak, not worth exploring A bleak weak is worth ignoring A week lame beyond boring Below depression is my norm I've turned boredom into an artform Therefore i quit before i start I turn boredom into art