Poetry

Another Busy Day (#560)

There are days where I’m nothing but busy,
And those are the days that put me in a tizzy,
I can keep on top of things fairly well,
But constant fire drills are a special kind of hell,
I can multitask with the very best,
But my attention split that much put me to the test,
I can only do so much to earn a dime,
How can they want everything at the same time?
Even under stress, I’m not one to throw in the towel,
Though it might be nice to empty my bladder and bowels,
Time can shift away when I get into the zone,
But I still feel shackled to my desk and phone,
Once in a while, I need to just step away,
But it’s really hard with this kind of day.

Any Thoughts?

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