Adam Day - 1 Hour

Stumped for words
This writer’s block is tough
Lost thoughts drift away
And this morning has been rough

Many hours spent
Answering the phones
Others hours spent
In my chair like a drone

Having had to piss
For the last 4 hours
None to come relive me
Wait what I smell flowers

My ice cream has melted
There’s some water puddle on my floor
I decided to kick over my pen cup
And someone keeps knocking on my door

1 hour to go till I can leave for home
1 hour to go till I can finally descend
1 hour to go till I can see your face
1 hour to go till I can leave this place

Adam Day

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