PUNNY DAY BLUES
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Wake up groaning, the alarm’s no friend,
The weekend’s over, let the dread begin.
Coffee in hand, I shuffle to my fate,
Mournday blues, the weekly dread…
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Dragging my feet, still stuck in the haze,
Bluesday’s here, just another daze.
Yesterday’s dread hasn’t let me go,
Rolling through the motions, goin slo mo.