Monday's Shackles
Clank
slam
turn lock
bam
weight
heavy looming darkness of blackened iron and rusted nerves
clank
click
turn
slam
circlets of doom and gloom and unabashed slavery
Monday's shackles
clank lock down on skin fresh ripe summertime free
clank slam
shackles
twisted weights waiting to consume
bars
links
kinks in the absolute joy of 3:00PM
shackles
shuffle
dragging through a work day
shackles
clank
slam
doom
gloom
unrest
heavy
burden
slavery
slave to the time clock booming its own clang and clank across the check-in point's walls
Monday's shackles
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ain't work grand-
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