there is only so much time
to spend in this life
with friends and with wife
with liberty reserved for two
days a week, though we
deserve three or more
hours to play and maintain
or otherwise waste away
send blissfully down the drain
like so much vomit before us
shaken loose by stress
and spew't forth under duress
sent somewhere reserved
for detritus and urine's musk
never at home before dusk
the pursuit of busyness
in semi-aware stuffy air
the climate control
stifles what would fare
endlessly effervescent
our happy wit and ness.
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