MONDAY MORNING WASTELAND

Woke up this Monday morning with a basketball for a head
Ineptness surrounded me feeling lifeless and nearly dead
The beautiful snow from yesterday has only half melted
Looking dismal with overcast skies I raised my voice and belted
“Where has the sun vanished and bring the rains instead!”
Playing solitaire with a deck of cards the devil malignantly mixed
Angering myself while all objects seemed to fall unto the ground
Trying to cool my temperament but the odds have all been fixed
to favor a bleak and disturbing process and a dreary atmosphere.
Too many Harvey Wallbangers as my worries I intended to drown
Inventing a rumor of nonsense, let see how it begins to spread.
Lost all my basic humor however laughing boisterously to confound
my friends and neighbors while pulling my rap cap over my ears.
Deciding to be incongruent raising cane with a musketeer
Then he pulled his sword and challenged me with a touché.
Consequently the deluge came with a vulture flying overhead
Therefore I raised my umbrella to protect myself from disarray
as my capacities have been stolen from the spirits of the underground.
Being too proud to implore assistance for I truly didn’t understand
why the world around me is ghastly like a Monday morning wasteland.
The gruesome infidels come crawling through the woodwork in dismay
as a pink elephant is dancing nevertheless completely lost and misled.
Cannot break out of my dilemma although my voice is on demand
Screaming blues with a harp player while my brain is in decay
losing my comprehension with borrowed thoughts as a souvenir.
Calling up Slew Foot Suzie as we conspire to paint the town
Recollecting her weekend with her lumberjack on display
usurping common decency while acting like a buccaneer.
Watching all the cowgirls pull their pistols and shoot around
Flabbergasted with their accuracy as they always had command
much unlike my disposition caused by a Monday morning wasteland.
Holding on by the skin of my teeth as the people begin to sneer
despising my lost position as I play the jester and the clown.
No alleviation will be rewarded for this day I must adhere
to the rules and regulations of my partners and my peer.
It seems as if the judgement has been scattered in reprimand
for my conscious is complaining and I have nothing left to say.
Precarious moments are multiplying for my car they will impound
and sell on the open market with a babbling auctioneer.
Lord I am lost and bewildered so let me start a contraband
so I needn’t live through another Monday morning wasteland.