40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 18 – “Queasy Like Sunday Mourning”

“Queasy Like Sunday Mourning”

Easy like Sunday morning,

But not on Sunday eve.

The week taunts from the morrow,

Another night of grief.

Early morning meeting,

An uncommitted team,

The boss will come in storming,

Make an example out of me.

Outlook grim, Inbox full,

Red flag limit reached.

Prioritizing means nothing,

My to-do list under siege.

Expect the worst, survive the week,

Friday far away.

Next Sunday night, paralyzed.

A cycle of dismay.

I need the check, but hate the job.

Insurance isn’t free.

I would call out, but my boss is off.

So it all falls on me.

Sunday night begins the dread.

My mind will never cease.

As long as work is drudgery,

I’ll never be at ease.

I want my fucking Sunday back.

A feel depression forming.

I hate this anxious feeling.

Queasy like Sunday Morning.

A very special thanks to EV. We all get a case of the Sundays. Ain’t no fun in that.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the rest.

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