Poetry

No Fun (#954)

Why is there so much work to be done?
I don’t want any of it- I want some fun,
Have you seen the work that’s begun to stack?
I really need to get a serious plan of attack,
I swear for every bit done more appears,
It’s almost got me in uncontrollable tears,
I wish I knew of a way to offload this junk,
Or lock it away for good in a forgotten trunk,
At least this mess isn’t the slightest bit boring,
Trust me my stress level is really soaring,
Sadly, for work to be done, there’s no drought,
I’ve got to buckle down and knock it out,

Any Thoughts?

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