Tired, Angry, Frustrated

Been working for twenty five hours
and now only emails can I write
Go to bed with responses in my head
then translate into electronic bytes

The cure for writers block they say
is to write down even more
Alas, after a day of vexatious replies
more writing I can't endure

Now between Word and the email program
I sit so tired and confused
Try and type, pray for another life
from this madding world become a recluse

The End

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