you no longer work nine
to five
six days
a week,
suddenly, you look at the clock
and it's noon.
you're drinking
coffee,
and still haven't bothered
to get dressed,
or find
your shoes.
you feel guilty in a way.
guilty that you
should be doing
more with your free time.
but then you
slap yourself
and remember that's exactly
what you've
been doing
since the age of nine.
paper routes, snow shoveling,
mowing lawns
and then
real jobs,
work, and more work.
why not
do nothing for a while?
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