Friday Sonnet
It's the end of the week
Almost time to go home
Today ends the streak
Of 'productivity syndrome'.
I worked hard all day
Trying to get some things done
And I'm happy to say
That I'm still number one
At stalling and waiting
And doing it later
I simply am stating
I'm a shirker of labor
To all the work I have left...
I say, "T-G-I-F!"
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