A life less ordinary

I wished for a life less ordinary
Never thought it’d be the very opposite of lairy

A twelfth of my life is commute
Rest is in free fall, sans a chute

I trudge back and forth each day
To sit at a desk and wither away

24 are the hours God gave us all
But here, even 48 of those seem small

Mails upon mails burst into view
Like a postmaster for who hell’s due

The more you do, more comes your way
If only this mailbox I could spay

Work is filling numbers into little cells
Tabulate! Tabulate to the last knell…

– Raziel ©2017

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