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woke up with my body beat up

wondering about my Monday 

when right now i can't stomach the sight of the

wild jackals circling wearing

worn out white shirts

why do i get stuck with this model t

wobbly and worn at the wheels

wind him up and get some wind

when we will we get out of here on time

Wal-Mart wristwatch not keeping time?

what did they do to you that

whittled down your morality 

warped your sensibility and

wrecked the windshield you see the

world from jaded and cynical

winding down the weeks

whispering jackass jackass under my breath

weary from you launching into a story

woefully close to quitting time

words boil up inside me

why couldn't have known you twenty years ago

wind up in the parking lot and

whale on you

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[Becky C Strukamp]

woke up with my body beat up
wondering about my Monday

Love those two lines. It begins this poem beautifully.