Friday Night Blues

An unused coffee cup,
milk in the fridge, yet the kettle is too far away.

I sit working away;
working, and working, and working the day away.

Results mean little,
as the dollar signs are all they care about here.

Tired of the stress;
too many tasks leave my body tired and frazzled.

Friday night blues,
as thoughts of catastrophic failures, haunt me.

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