Monday, 1 May 2017

Adult

Every day I sell my hours for soup,
Trade my week for a weekend; a weak
End draws closer every day and I
Could be mining my mind, minding the
mines of creativity, I could be
Writing in coffeeshops and drinking coffee
In bookshops, but instead I write
Everyday
The software equivalent of Evian water.
Everyday
Drive a car one kilometer to the gym
Everyday
Trade smiles for Starbucks.
The Number is incremented
Every two weeks, and just inside my skin
I bear it proudly. Every two weeks
I spend evenings with pitcher perfect
Men and women who sip wine like
Delicate prose. Enough
Jugs of wine and enough bread and
I forget thou. More, and I forget
Everything, am
refreshed for another day.

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