Tired I get up,
and the water freely flows,
down over my head.
I need to feel it,
just flowing fast and moving,
hot and reviving.
The day is Monday,
no fun day is dull Monday,
it is what it is.
I’m the walking dead,
I’m zombified and brain dead,
but still I’m breathing.
The coffee does help,
mug after mug, after mug,
then to the toilet.
