All in a Day's Work
a normal poem about normal things
Wake up.
Stretch.
Check the news.
Doom and gloom.
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Feed cats.
Eat breakfast.
More news alerts.
More people shot in the street.
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Reading.
Script-writing.
Phone buzzes.
More files released.
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Instagram.
Funny cats.
More abductions.
Billionaires ate babies.
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Eat a sandwich.
Watch YouTube.
Do yoga.
"Did you know newborns suck harder when they hear their mother's voice?"
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Cry.
Write down day's events.
Just in case.
"Your littlest girl was a little naughty."
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They're still alive.
They're not in jail.
Eat dinner.
Play with cats.
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More abductions.
Voter restrictions.
Superbowl Sunday.
Former Prince Andrew touching a supine child's body.
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Play video games.
Disassociate.
Fantasize about a better life.
Babies taste like cream cheese, apparently.
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Lie in the darkness.
Wondering if you'll survive the year.
Fall into uneasy sleep.
Dream of broken, bleeding dolls.
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Wake up.
It's another day.
There are child sex slaves locked away
And stranded on islands.
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CT Idlehouse
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