FUCK
I'm up!
Awake already
An hour late
So far
Minutes
Ticking
Run to the subway,
Coffee splash across
My flesh
It's here and I dive on.
Shit.
Hung
Over.
Still?
Drunk?
Fuck.
Transfer and
Jog, because running
In this shape
Is not
Happening.
How am I going to survive today?
Fired and retired from drawing
A salary
Tossed out and forced to
Make words make
Me money.
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