It’s like a disease that affects every soul,
Making you feel weak and foul,
Strikes on the first day of the week,
Its presence makes you look like a freak,
Lack of sleep and rest,
The cause of this unrest,
Impossible to cure it may seem,
But a glimpse of hope that gleam,
It starts by sabotaging your day,
Disarmed your concentration by mid day,
Seeing and doing things with dismay,
Eventually everything falls apart into ashtray,
Not to give in without a fight,
To conquer with all your might,
Not to let our day slip out of sight,
To make it a day as meaningful and bright!
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