Every morning the same
but noone is to blame.
What else is there to do?
Your breakfast you must chew.
Then off to work you go
wouldn't want to miss the show.
There is absolutely no way out.
Your purse would experience a drought.
Waiting for the weekend
that's all you can do, my friend.
But come Friday afternoon
we can't get off work too soon.
Party then is the word of the hour,
don't let anything go sour.
You should celebrate parties as they come,
the band already begins to strum.
Monday will creep in as sure as the amen,
and then the same old work will start again
©Waltraut Lang
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