Mother Cunting Sundays

sunday's are s**t, i thought I'd express that day through poem

I can't be arsed,

I can't be arsed.

This day is too damn long,

the sun came up at 6:43

I wish it would go home.

Work was dull

tedious customer interactions

"hello, how're you doing?"

"morning, how's it going?"

have robbed me of my strength.

Now to relax.

I'll eat then go the gym

but wait a minute.

I've got no food

and the gym's closed...

...

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Mother cunting sundays...