Wash Brain Out With Soap After Reading

Mondays are bad, unless you are rich.
Even then I bet they are a ...... bummer.
I go to my office and there I sit.
I look at my desk and say, “what is this..... stuff”.

All of my co-workers smile and wish me well.
I just look back and say, “go to ..... work.”
I pull out my schedule, my whole week to map.
Disgruntled I mumble, “this job is all ..... right”.

Lunch seem so distant, I wait for the sandwich cart.
My stomach begins to rumble and I hold back a .... howl.
At noon I choose a hoagie, a juice and chocolate kiss.
Swigging my drink I exclaim, “this tastes like.... really bad”.

I hate my boss he’s so evil and crass,
Someday I’ll tell him he can just kiss my ..... cousin.
But that day is distant as I open a file with a click,
That dude in HR can also suck my .... lemon drops.

Quitting time seems distant as I peer at the clock.
My co-workers are jerks, they can all lick my .... ice cream bars.
When Julie sneaks out early to pick up her runt,
I can’t help but whispering, “bye you old.... gal.”

As I get up to leave, my boss catches my ear.
He asks If I can stay late, and I say, “kiss my ....lucky charm.”
Corporate needs numbers and statistics, its true.
But deep in my mind, I’m only thinking..... “thank you.”

Monday is endless as I struggle bit by bit,
for the lesbian from corporate who likes to lick....stamps.
Working late on Monday is nothing so new.
But doing it for a lesbian, I wouldn’t even ..... have dinner with?

As I finish the project, I tell her, “you know what?
You shouldn’t let girls touch your hairy .... knuckles.”
As I leave I’m feeling better, as I get to my truck.
My mind turns to Tuesday and I think, “oh .... great”.