A poem about the the weekly and daily grind.

The Week

Early morning is a sauna

Then the stomach is a car at the gas station

Walk to station is a recyclying plant

The waiting others are part of a TV sitcom

The bus ride is a yoga position

The mind becomes a movie

The office is a final exam

The air becomes cowbell when

a herd is passing the road

The boss is a tomato

Lunchtime is a birthday party with many gifts

Going back is a return voyage in an overcast sky

Thoughts of home is an arrival of a speeding train

The shoulders become a feather

Once again time for another episode

The streets are a music concert

The purpose is a wedding ceremony

Tomorrow will be more or less a paper image

The End

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