Run that wheel, rat—
Wheeze your fat ass
Through your daily motions,
The endless, mindless errands,
The droning, pointless meetings
At which you all decide
More meetings are needed.
Kill that coffee, black and sweet,
That Red Bull, ginseng-laced.
Get up, get it together, get going—
You’re not quite dead yet.
But you are beginning to reek
Like a tired, sweaty old rat
Trembling in anticipation.
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