the disease
poets arent allowed to clock out
we dont have that luxury
always something to say
theres always someone to break
we work every day
every minute
and you thought your job
was rough
i dont get paid
sometimes i think we're slaves
of god
sent to narrate
and other times
i dont think at all
sometimes i hope im contagious
so i have someone to laugh at too
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