At the End of Hell Week


You feel this huge weight lifted off your chest

You’re the only one singing at the top of your lungs

The whole world shall stop for one hour

In which you can buy Chick-Fil-A and splurge on fast-food products

And watch the shittiest movie you can find on Netflix

Only to be disappointed at the end

Because you’ve wasted so much time

So you look for people to celebrate with

Who are not finished with their hell week

Then you turn back to your planner

You look ahead for a couple more weeks

To realize you’ve got another hell week in a few days

So hello again

I’ll be back soon to blog

But it explains this crappy poem

Since I am slowly suffering

In this devilish fire I must sit through

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