Hello Monday, you punk
What you got for me today?
Oh, two slashed tires funk
Alright, alright, okay, okay.
So now, in Discount Tire I must poop.
Instead of the cat piss smelling office toilet
And Jesus, why is the tire place better in the loop
Of keeping a better bathroom, a joy set
In the midst of the unlikely, but I’ll take it.
Now, I want to nap. To curl up
And sleep, past today and it’s shit.
And greet Tuesday with a casual “sup”