despise
the stack of bills,
the contracts,
important documents
on the desk
the need to be signed.
it's my impression of
one level of hell.
the postage the return
address.
what's due, what isn't.
i groan at crossing
the t's, dotting the i's.
it's torturous at times.
tomorrow, tomorrow
i tell myself i'll sit down
for the nine minutes it
will take me to get it
all done and do what
must be done to keep
me alive.
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