Emerald eyes that shine from a demon
wake me up and you will release the beast.
Mondays are not for me, I'm a useless lemon
unless, of course, you have prepared me a feast.
Wash my face, brush my hair, go to school?
You ask too much of a girl at this hour .
I know two plus two I am not a fool
so enough with the bell work before I go sour.
Seventh period isn't close enough
it is within reach, I can see it now.
Seventh is soccer and this weather is rough.
Here I go, take this Monday, POW!
I made it home all safe in my bed
I can face Tuesday with a little less dread.
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