On Monday, I work hard
Papers pile, coffee's charred
Meetings, coding, endless tweaks
But the weekend? That's my peak

On Tuesday, I work hard
Theories tangle, brains bombard
Charts fill up, outlook bleak
But the weekend? Pure technique

On Wednesday, I work hard
Meetings marathon, no regard
Deadlines loom, prospects meek
But the weekend? I don't peek

On Thursday, I work hard
Debates deep, stay on guard
Concepts clash, spirits bleak
But the weekend? Zen I seek

On Friday, I work hard
Last push, play every card
Tasks end, fatigue's at peak
But the weekend? Rest unique

On the weekend, I don't work
I panic, fret, then shirk
Doubt looms, I vent, I snap
Rushing, cramming�what a trap!

Worries fade, then I regroup
Focus sharpens, back in the loop
Commit, persist, tasks resized
Strive, push hard, and organize

Execute, multitask, find my groove
Final stretch, things improve
Endless trials, all in the murk
Yes, on the weekend, I don't work