Ever feel the weeks are becoming one?
Five work days followed by two off days,
But you can never remember which you are on.
***
Today was a work day of that I am sure,
But what type of day could tomorrow be,
Another work day that I must endure?
***
Living for the weekend has lost its meaning,
I am now living for the two off days,
That sit somewhere in between eating and sleeping.
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