Monday, June 11, 2007

My (post-vacation) morning. In Haiku.

Must. Get. Out. Of. Bed.
Can't vacation last longer?
Head heavy, soul sad.

Wading through emails
Accumulated last week.
Son-of-a-bitch-o.

Shit, here comes my boss.
No more rest for the weary.
Look alive. Feel dead.

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