It's Monday. The day where most people start their grind.
As for me, I'm usually off, unless there is a holiday.
Anyways, here's a poem regarding about the day, in an erotic form.
The day has began
After a weekend of passion
Friday was the day of excitement
Saturday was the ultimate pleasure
Sunday, a day of peace and quiet
But Monday is a day no one wants to face
It’s a day where you’re bound by reality
Bound by responsibilities
To have you wishing you were home
Re-living the moment of your wonderful weekend
But for now, you’re goal is to survive a full week.
You can make it.
And when the week is over, the binds of Monday will set you free