Monday morning blues, I did trudge to work…
…the water cooler, buzzing with laughter.

Stories being told, some sound so berserk…
…your weekend conquests, your morning after.

I still nod my head, you telling old jokes…
…not asking of me, how was my weekend.

We both walk away, envy not invoked…
…your magical spell, on your “so-called” friends.

My phone soon does ring, it’s your extension…
…I just shake my head, please do not disturb.

You walk in my cube, I see pretension…
…once again I laugh, although you perturb.

My story to tell, your monotony…
…sadness from within, it’s you I pity.