Another Monday

It’s time to rise and go to work.
My dog rolls over with a smirk.

There’s a pounding in my head.
I wonder how to work from bed.

Two cups of coffee for my thirst.
The second cup to wake the first.

It was a very long night indeed.
But a little longer now, I plead.

I should be functional by noon.
At least it will be the weekend soon.

Habits

I gave up coffee for Lent.
The inspiration was heaven-sent.
I survived the headache.
Now I don’t even shake.

It wasn’t the coffee I miss.
It’s the little breaks of bliss.
Now I’m at my desk all morning.
Whether it’s dry or even storming.

I just sit at work until lunch.
I stare at the screen a bunch.
I don’t even miss the caffeine.
I just zzzzzzzzzzz.

Weekend

Weekends should be restful.
A time to recharge and relax.
This weekend, my schedule is not.
I have mentoring, a funeral,
A birthday party and more mentoring.
Plus, homework and taxes.
Can’t I just go to work instead?