Let It Be On Monday, God Poem by Donal Mahoney
Let It Be On Monday, God
If I have to die
let it be on Monday, God,
so I won't have to work
or call in sick.
I want the weekend
to think about it
over steins
of cold Michelob
and a carton
of Pall Malls,
two things I quit
decades ago
the day I got married.
I can't remember
why I did that—
get married, I mean.
I know why I quit
Michelob and Pall Malls.
Sometimes we do
the right thing
for the wrong reason.
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