Not 9 to 5
Poets have a job to do.
It’s hard, frustrating work
And it doesn’t pay well.
The hours are erratic.
The atmosphere is tense.
Projects never end,
Timelines are a joke,
Management doesn’t care,
And people come to laugh and stare
As we scribe and scribble
To no acclaim
And little reward.
Palimpsest 
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