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i wake up every weekday at 10 o' clock
in the morning, like clockwork.
EVERYday.
and whether or not i'll fall back to sleep
depends upon what i did the
previous evening

if i drank fifteen beers and
half a bottle of whiskey
id probably
rest a while longer

if i'd fucked some random girl
(which never happens anymore)
i might wake up earlier and
wash up

other times im so tired i feel
it enough to skip out on work
feign a cough and phone my boss
a fat juicy lie

but the majority of times i make
the 19 mile drive to work
at
11:15 am

rarely do i take the straightest
clear cut route
rather i weave throughout the cities
capillaries like a virus breaking traffic laws

eventually, after taking in the sights
the same sights i take in everyday
i arrive at my bustass job
bustass it is

unloading book after goddamned book
for hours unending it seems
until the last box is gutted
and i gut that last box like a PIG

done at last i clean the entrails
off the floor
and gather my belongings from the drawer
1...2...3...4...5... and leave

everyday i cannot wait to get home
to do nothing
if im late nothing gets pissed off
and wont turn to something (which happens regularly)

im home now
and its quiet as hell
my phone makes no noise (which happens regularly)
and i start getting tired

yet sleep will shy away
til 2
or 3
am

because im so goddamned worried
ill be missing out on the horrendous
terrific
fucking nothing