happy monday, they say to me
a whole life awaits outside of these walls
while jargon flies around like artillery
empty words meeting living souls

give them an inch
and they take a mile
yet through these moments
i’ll bear a smile

I look around to see the glimpses
the smiles, the grimaces, the emptiness
personality pops up like spring buds
until a final axe drops, shock

a dry empty box
the beige on beige enclave
monotonous cubicles i’ll never miss
happy monday, they say to me

-aw