This Cathartic Rhyme

This week of work, it has no end.
The days begin to blur and blend
Until they converge and transcend
Mere increments of time.
To work yet harder is the trend,
But I’m unable to expend
More energy.  Thus, I have penned
This short, cathartic rhyme.

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Written while listening to Leather Strip’s Serenade for the Dead (1995).