TGIF (a poem)

Ah, workday
we meet again.

Shall we duel?
      Will we fence or use pistols?
Shall I wrestle with to-do lists, e-mails, voicemail messages, and miscellaneous paperwork?

Is today to be a marathon?
An odyssey to survive until 5 o'clock,
hurdling over tasks,
while replenishing myself with the sweet elixir of coffee?

Thanks goodness it's Friday!
I think we shall dance instead.

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