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Mondays suck.
I'd rather pet a duck,
Or maybe a lamb,
'Cuz they're so adorable, man.
You probably hate Mondays too,
Enough to whack its inventor with a shoe.
Dear resentment,
You make people grimace, you make people keep their distance.
Yet I'm the one who carries you around,
How can I put the joke on something else, when,
I, myself, am the clown?
I just wanted to let you know
that you are worth more
than what I can show
or tell
or teach you.
If I tried, it would be like trying
to encompass the sun
in the description of a shadow.
The first week of high school is always a bore,with syllabi and “getting to know you” quizzes, and “tips for surviving” lore.
Irritating and annoying,
Describes the horror of your class.
I can barely stand you,
And quite frankly you smell like bass.
