Contentionem repetitionis
poem about the strain of repetition
I wake up and sit at my desk,
should I get another coffee?
No, no, remember, too much caffeine is bad for you.
Why am I here,
people always said I was talented
Maybe they were just trying to be nice.
If the world doesn't function on money,
why do people do jobs they hate?
Oh but I do like my new car.
I remember being asked what I wanted to do when I was younger,
I wanted to be in a band.
Haha aw, dreams eh.
At least I'm not alone,
Martin told me his job isn't going so well.
I've just got to do my best where I am.
People are lying when they say they like their work,
I mean I've got to be grateful as some people don't even have jobs,
who knows maybe I'll start that business one day?
I gotta finish catching up with 'Squid Game' first though.
About the Creator
Noah Douglas
Perpetually curious.
Journeyman of faith†
Runner, writer, marketer.
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