precious hours go wasted each day the act of merely sitting in anticipation of work can prove to be cumbersome doing work is easier, it kills time at least 'It is mandatory to complete your working hours,' we got the direction a week ago 'Fuck that,' to that I said it is difficult to make grown men understand the new, effective ways of working faster I turn off the fan when I feel cold and then turn it on again when the heat rises the process repeats multiple times throughout the day people in useless masks are roaming all around, their temples, mosques, churches remain closed they do not know anymore if God is listening to them I make a joke on the people dying some laugh while others adjust their masks outside it is too hot to walk during daytime nights are cold the roads remain largely empty the shops remain closed, locked behind shutters, eating dust the fruit sellers are selling half rotten fruits, half rotten vegetables, anything every time I take a piss, I think of going back to my home, sitting in my chair, doing nothing and being fine with it.
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Catches the spirit of these times very well and for me it was quite relatable. Great poem.
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