And in one such bout of crazy, I was born
Probably thought of how many things can be annoying
He decided to empty his bucket list out
Monday, it is then he must have exclaimed
Everyone hates that, I shall make it a Monday
After all it is the day to begin your week
So why not just make it the most mundane
He then rubbed his hands, having thought of more
Let's make him a hard headed but thoughtful cynic
Give him a heart that can love, yet made of glass
And here I sit counting those pieces now
The moon was having fun, unaware of this plan
As the noon approached, he saw the sun run further away
He saw the mess God had created upon this world
He decided to bail out, yelling "I'm out, that's it"
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