11. Contentionem repetitionis

poem about the strain of repetition

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Sameness, mundane, repetitive.

I wake up and sit at my desk,

should I get another coffee?

No, no, remember, too much caffeine is bad for you.

Why am I here,

people always said I was talented

Maybe they were just trying to be nice.

If the world doesn’t function on money,

why do people do jobs they hate?

Oh but I do like my new car.

I remember being asked what I wanted to do when I was younger,

I wanted to be in a band.

Haha aw, dreams eh.

At least I’m not alone,

Martin told me his job isn’t going so well.

I’ve just got to do my best where I am.

People are lying when they say they like their work,

I mean I’ve got to be grateful as some people don’t even have jobs,

who knows maybe I’ll start that business one day?

I gotta finish catching up with ‘Squid Game’ first though.