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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