Work

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Busyness did this to me again!

Its been hectic

I am being frantic

No one to blame

It all feels lame

Clock is ticking twelve

Nine to twelve got working shelve

No guard at the door

Ear-splitting silence filling the core

The sun is up

As I drink my morning cup

Life moves on

In the hustle  of traffic jams and horns

All exists are a mess

Finding a fast-moving lane is anyone’s guess

Headed home with patience all worn

From work I flee and am gone for long!

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