
MONDAY
(© Patrícia Evans)
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Because tomorrow will be Monday,
today I've eaten everything wrong,
worked wrong,
went out wrong.
Because tomorrow will be Monday,
today I haven't sweat a drop,
I didn't even climb the stairs,
I wrote cheap poetry,
laughed at my own jokes,
felt in love with life;
I didn't cook,
didn't make the bed,
didn't get past the third decade of the rosary,
almost called the firefighters,
and yet I will go to bed face down,
and turn my back to you.
Because tomorrow will be Monday,
today I'm what the devil wants.
.Because tomorrow will be Monday,
today I've eaten everything wrong,
worked wrong,
went out wrong.
Because tomorrow will be Monday,
today I haven't sweat a drop,
I didn't even climb the stairs,
I wrote cheap poetry,
laughed at my own jokes,
felt in love with life;
I didn't cook,
didn't make the bed,
didn't get past the third decade of the rosary,
almost called the firefighters,
and yet I will go to bed face down,
and turn my back to you.
Because tomorrow will be Monday,
today I'm what the devil wants.
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