Poetry after a bad week at work.

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I’ve been dancing over vipers these last five days

Cautiously dodging their poisonous ways

Hissing, spitting and swarming me

My chest is tight, but I can’t flee

Always there’s a boa constricting my neck

Squeezing tighter and tighter each day

Each time I try to tear it away

It sucks the life from my lungs

Always I am forced down a certain path

Or I face the venomous vipers’ wrath

Maybe I’m strong enough to survive their bite

But not tonight,

Not tonight

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