The morning’s sick, didn’t want to get up from my bed,
Over-dozed on vodka, hangover still on my head,
said good-bye to the weekend, which I call fun-day
and got my a$5 ready to face yet another Monday
As I headed to the garage, to take out my car,
Noticed fuel tank empty and my office so far..
Had to take the bus, fate you can call it,
20 bucks in my pocket, as I had forgot my wallet..!!
Damn rush in the bus, didn’t get a seat,
A/C not workin’, which doubled the heat,
Sweat on my forehead and increased heart beat,
Glad that I eventually reached “Cart Street”…

As I entered my bank, shocked to see the crowd,
It was month’s beginning what made them proud,
When salaried class tying to draw some cash,
Some in the queue began a clash,
Pensioners on the other side on the exact date
Manager’s hand tapped my shoulder “why are you so late??”
I apologized and went to my counter,
A f*cking day with so many encounters..
An oldie approached me with a requesting look,
As he needed a new MICR cheque book,
Sent him back with book in his hand,
Some more people came in and took a stand..!!

Struggled till the noon and I got up for lunch,
Chicken curry gave hangover a little punch,
As I headed back to work it was 3 O’clock,
A masked man in front of me, pointed me the GLOCK!!
“Put the money in the bag” that’s what he yelled,
Gun pointed on my head, nothing I could tell,
Like a puppet I filled his bag,
Losin’ half million in a moment is not a gag
People around me, nothing they could do,
You can’t do anything when life screws you.
The robber ran and I pressed the alarm to defend,
Another half an hour and police arrived in the end…!!!