Can it wait replied the busy cat
I’m doing all my do’s in queue’s
Full of stuff I put off yesterday
I’ve got the nagging pressure blues
Not a wink of sleep through chatter
My inner me and I converse
Getting nowhere with defensive pleas
No matter how much we rehearse
The morning light comes scary through
Like a cutthroat’s sharpened knife
Bringing weight to bear on everywhere
Our riddled clocks are running rife
Fireflies with spotlight accuracy
Their hinting concepts buzzing swarm
As we prepare to take on everything
Pursuing side-line forms of norm
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