Shower

His eyes are bloodshot
The deadline draws ever near
Sat on the same spot
His fingers tapping in fear

The caffeine moves him
In quick yet wavering jolts
To the boss’ whims
He could not think to revolt

He dots every i
Made sure to cross all the t’s
He let’s out a sigh
Proclaims with teary-eyed glee

Work is finally over
It’s time for a hot shower

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