We sit all day
We do nothing
Might as well stare at space
Or count our hair
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We read some
We write some
We talk some
We work some
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But I laugh
At their idea of work
It is so idle
It drives us to insanity
—-
Despite my internal hysteria
Despite my long bouts of paranoia
Despite the endless revulsion in my stomache
I stay
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Because in the end
This intolerable routine pays the rent
No matter how shitty this all feels
That’s all there is to it
created: 01/05/2012
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