That sinking feeling you feel

When you kiss the last of
the weekend away and you
wake up at three to realise
it’s Monday,

it’s like the morgue’s come alive
to do the nine to five jig,
the dead in a combo’ doing a gig.

Fill me with lead shot
let me drop in the sea
or put me out with the cat
Monday is not for me.

It’ll soon be Friday though
and that sinking feeling
will float off and go.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.