How I’d love to smash that loathsome alarm
Hurl it across the room and watch it break
The delicate springs within snapped and twisted
The hateful clockwork forever destroyed
And maybe get a little sleep

The once-pleasant whistle of the kettle
Is now a shriek of anguish and solitude
The coffee mugs are cracked and stained
With pathetic, uninspiring slogans
“Have a productive day.”

I dread the stacks of paperwork
They may as well be towering mountains
Insurmountable castles and stone walls
Showering me with boiling pitch and deadlines
Perhaps the work will do itself…

And now I’ve slid right back to square one
Yesterday’s ladder was a snake in disguise
But I think I fell off the board into another headache
Sinking deeper and deeper into Monday oblivion
A pitiful mockery of who I used to be.