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Sit-ups

sit-ups

when are the times 
not troubling

do we ever 
step back from struggle

how often do we reflect 
on our own imbroglios 

only to conclude there's 
something as off 

as the planet's 
own movement

when are we ever 
un-desperate

just for minutes 
every two weekends

when there's still 
cash in the wallet

and no trace yet 
of Sunday dread

I'm not gonna sit back 
and let it all happen

but pardon me 
for a minute 

while I uncouple 
the brakes  

on this speeding 
sandwich 

before we're all
knee-deep in the ketchup 

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