Down To Work

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For months I skipped
breakfast, only drank
black coffee, and got
down to work. Much
of the time it seems
that nothing matters,
that no one cares, if
I were to drop dead,
no one would notice.
The breakfast would
not have made things
better. Perhaps if I
were outdoors, turned
into a bird, I'd be much
better off. Whoever
invented the cubicle,
may you rot in hell.