The Rhetoric Language of What Life Seems

And you all thought that after reaching home, I would jump in the shower so fast and off to bed...I'd snooze to end my boredom? On my lunch hour I take a light nap, it's beneficial to your health the doctor confidently says; and should I ever see a scary, black cat running across my windshield...a nightmare surely begins. Working hard in a warehouse with people and forklifts in full swing, I must be more alert than a mouse being chased by a bunch of hungry cats drooling. To sit at my desk and write a poem for a new contest: is a challenging and rewarding experience for an obscure poet; and while others sleep and their spirits float in mysterious dreams, I reflect over the rhetoric language of what life seems.