exhaustion takes over
when mere tiredness falls short
the old legs scream their displeasure
about being pushed so
their limit is near
a single day off I court
the forseeable future seems long
until such moment comes
to the eventual out set
take cover
for a breathing corpse I just may
become
and livid is she who gets no real rest
from the unending task
in a dizzying day dream of actually
not working
I half retardedly bask...............
(Dec. 23, 1994)