Lackadaisical Torpid Poem

Asleep on the job, my fingers pop and ache
another sorry excuse to not work, to not worry about the date.
comatose hex slipping through the air and into my nostrils
my toes are lethargic, my eyes are dry and red,
This left calf muscle is sluggish and my shin is shattered.
I’m going no where, a careless disinterest in everything.
indifferent and slow, my mind turns like a broken pocket watch.
Enervated and idle I no longer have control.


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