Eyes flutter to the morning rays,
And you realize today’s the day.
The unexpected vacay is now over,
And it’s time to slog again.
The same old boring nine to five,
Small chats and faking smiles.
The situation isn’t even under control,
And you don’t feel safe at all.
Those judging eyes, the targets to meet,
The virus lingering, un-sanitized,
Nothing about today is good,
Damn! The fucking good mornings.
The day hasn’t even started,
And you already dread it.
Oh God! Can you just end this?
Skip to Friday already!!
And there’s nothing I can say,
To make your day better.
But I truly hope,
You have a good one.
Dedicated to every single one of you going back to work today.