Func Depress

Nine to five is a quiet life

Hours with no story to tell

Cocktails only in quiet corners

Sunday suppers for one

But even treading water

Is progress over drowning

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So I volunteered to work some more

Saturday and Sunday morning

Coworkers, company

Better than nothing

Better than inside my head

Architecture, culture

Authentic, ethnic food

"If you could be anywhere else right now,

where on earth would you choose?"

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When the work began to slow

And I was told that I could go

I wanted to beg

to stay, but instead

I was grateful for a reason

to get out of bed

until someone cares for cocktails

or Sundays or suppers

Until someone wants me

to stay

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Nine to five is a quiet life

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*Very rough draft, trying to get back into my flow*

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