A Life of Mondays
(Memoirs from an Eccentric Man)
One thing never changes
Mondays always suck.
They suck because…
it is the start of another long week
A long drawn out week
I have lived too many weeks like that
Everyday is like Monday,
the same bullshit
The same lame coffee at the corner diner
The strained conversations
No alacrity…
I flirt with the waitress…
But, she always turns me down.
But, I don’t understand,
For I am quite good looking…
Well… At least, I think I am.
So, I order the same breakfast
And wonder where my life would be…
Without a life of Mondays,
I might have some place to be.
Antony King 2018
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Antony King
Antony King, a published poet from Eastern Kentucky. His work can be found in SpillWords, Rye Whiskey Review, and piker press to name a few. His books are available at B&N.com and Amazon.com
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