Sitting on the Couch

A stream of conscious rhyming thing brought to you by iced coffee and vague despair…

Sitting on the couch
watching Mighty B
There's a kid on the floor
and another one beside me

The smallest kid is hiding upstairs
watching a show with a dog
I am trying to fight my way through
an awful case of brain fog

It's only Monday, you guys.
It's only Monday.
It's only Monday, you guys.
It's only Monday.

There's a pot of beans in the kitchen
that's been cooking for twenty-five hours
it's smells like it's full of those
corpse-smelling flowers

My head is throbbing like a son of a bitch
my middle is soft and queasy
My right eye keep going blurry
which makes everything look greasy

It's only Monday, you guys.
It's only Monday.
It's only Monday, you guys.
It's only Monday.

Now there's a fight over a pencil
And shrieking in the bathroom
Someone just ran by the couch
wielding a handle-sharpened broom

It's lucky I've been so productive today
working with soul and heart
please ignore the google search window
that still says "30 Rock snart"

It's only Monday, you guys.
It's only Monday.
It's only Monday, you guys.
It's only Monday.

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