Pondering the Absurdities of Time

Behold a days work pays five garments of cheap attires,

Threaded only that over time it falls apart, achoo, tickles my nose,

An ode to be clothed and all the other life things that steal time which adulting requires,

Rather see the world even if it means I find myself in the jungle half naked, who knows,

Time is money, and oh how time is too sacred to be wasted not on what one aspires!

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