each morning
when you
come to
slap your face
drink your dreary coffee
black
eat twice as much
oatmeal
still you lack
cut yourself
no slack
the assembly line of life
wants you back
jack...
don't go
give yourself a
staycation
a lavender mud mask
write a book
count all your pennies
shout Foucault to the rooftops
leave us your history
of madness
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