Sipping the sugary substance
That
keeps me
wired to my desk
Drinking to whatever occasion
as long as it will
Increase my revenue
Motorized white noise
Occupies my audio real estate
Passing like thoughts in the summertime
Clear cool water
burns to the touch
as I immerse myself in the palindromes
of a virtue
holding the fate
I once held near and dear
farther and farther
away
Fatigue is an illusion
Confidence is a scam
Still
I
mosey
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