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It’s not wake up, brush my teeth,
look in the mirror and pinch my fat.
It’s not check the weather on my cel.
It’s not get dressed, take a statin pill
and an adult multivitamin.
It’s not make a tuna fish sandwich
with extra mayonnaise, packed with a V8
and three chocolate cookies for lunch.
It’s not take out the garbage
and drive ten kilometers in heavy traffic to work.
It’s not switch the radio station five times.
It’s not stop for gas.
It’s not make a pot of coffee,
pour a cup, one sugar.
It’s not text the plumber
that I have the cash I owe him.
It’s not answer emails,
and make a deal on the phone.
It’s not make a buck
to put some away for retirement.
It’s not check my news feed
and wonder if any of it is believable.
It’s not get angry
at the corruption, scandal, inhumanity.
It’s not drink a second cup of coffee, one sugar.
It’s not eat my tuna fish sandwich
and wonder if I’m getting enough protein.
It’s not finish the quarterly sales report,
a week past deadline.
It’s not avoid the boss.
It’s not check my news feed again,
and rage, again.
It’s not fantasize about having sex
with a cute coworker.
It’s not think about visiting
my sick brother this weekend.
It’s not sit in a management meeting
and take a few notes.
It’s not pay my daughter’s school tuition online.
It’s not wonder if I’m wasting my life.
It’s not slip out of work early.
What I will accomplish today
is write a poem.
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