16 July 2012
Rain and grey skies, Coffee and texts, Dark shadowed eyes, You will be next, It is a morning, In middle July, You must heed my warning, You can't run or hide, A curse among curses, A dread among dreads, Hide wallets and purses, And cover your heads, I mean not to jest, But just to give warning, A daydream at best, Is this Monday morning.
There's busses to catch, There's trains and there's cars, We're caught and we're trapped, In this zombified mars, If you think you can best it, Just go on and try, Better than you have done so, And better than you have died.
So go on and try to best this day, In any and every way that you can, Or face it with your face to the floor, And join me in just floating through, My zombies....
Monday Morning • Opuss № I