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Bonus Poem: Escapril Prompt #7: start with a time of day

6:00, time for work All I do is work, work for this, work for that, work to live, work to die 9:00, time to eat Eat to work, eat to keep working 9:30, back to work More working, happy working, but working, it’s exhausting 1:00, lunch, more time to eat But I’m so tired that eating is something of a chore, more work Staying alive is so much work 4:00, I’m home, I think, only there’s more work With multiple jobs, there’s always work Even without multiple jobs, there’s always something I enjoy staying busy but I don’t know how much more I can give 5:00, it’s time to pick something up, or leave for someone, I think Well, I know, because there’s almost always something to leave the house for 5:30, time to work sitting down, which is risky I’ll probably fall asleep, but I can’t do that, there’s too much to do 6:00, where did half an hour go? Did I get anything done? Shit, nope, I must’ve gotten distracted, it felt like work I even more exhausted 7:00, another hour is gone and I’ve barely finished what I needed to do But there’s still more to do after dinner 7:30 Dinner, dinner, goodness me, I forgot to take something out for dinner I guess it’s pasta again because I can’t mess that one up Probably, at least 8:00, working again because there’s always work Working, and working, and working, and I want to be sleeping But 9:00 comes and I’m probably not even close to finishing what I’ve got to do So I keep working, and working, until I’m through Before I know it, 11:00 Eleven? What happened? Am I done? Did I fall asleep? I’m asleep. I fell asleep, so now I must keep working. It’s midnight, it’s one, damnit I have to go to bed by two so I can hope for something close to three hours of sleep But then I keep waking up, I keep moving, I keep – keep Working, my mind starts racing with all the things I need to finish There’s this project to prepare, and this lesson to plan, and this bill to pay I’ll get it done that day, I’m sure I’m not sure, I don’t even know the day of the week I could already be behind before I’ve gotten out of bed Maybe I need a drink, I get a drink, water is soothing And dry Why is it dry? I don’t understand I check my phone, I’ve been awake too long, I feel it, I can just tell 3:00, 3:45, 4:15, 5:00, 5:45, 6:00

6:00

6:00

I’ve got to go to work again Did I ever stop Do I ever get to rest I want to stay busy But I want to function too I have to keep working And I cant What am I going to do?

6:00

I don’t have time to ask questions.

6:00

“Good morning!”

6:01

Alright, time to work.

6:02

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

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