Work Is A Four Letter Word

If Monday’s the spouse that’s been burning me out

Then Tuesday’s my mistress for flings

I’ve tried being faithful to Monday each week

But by Tuesday I’m seeking new things

See, “work ” is a virus that’s leaving me weak

The most dire and transmittable kind

And rem is the sleep that I constantly seek

When I can’t seem to empty my mind

How crazy the thoughts when I’m feeling fatigued

So random the crap in my brain

Why would such randomness leave me intrigued

If there’s never a profit to gain

It seems that this Monday had lasted a year

So I went to bed after a bite

My tossing and turning was getting severe

Which meant I’d be tossing all night

My mind began racing where thoughts go to dwell

I considered, while laying in bed

“If a snake eats itself, and starts at its tail

Then why can’t it swallow its head?”