The day is almost over, 
almost time to call it quits.
I look back at the last 10 hours
and it feels like I haven’t done $h!t.

I know I’ve been working
because the pulse in my brain is strong
I pray it’s because I worked hard today
and not because something is wrong,

I have 2 hrs left to work
and those 2 hrs feel like a second day
I would quit this job, not really
because I have hella bills to pay.

I have no savings
not even a hundred dollars,
I can’t afford to get my cat’s nails trimmed
each time she touches me, I hollar.

Not just because it hurts me,
I know she’s uncomfortable too
I’m so stressed out right now
that my brain is now bruised.

I don’t really have time to write this poem,
I’m stealing hours from my working time,
It’s been a challenge for me,
but it will be submitted on time.

Enough about me 
and how I’m feeling right now,
I’m complaining like an infant,
no, more like a spoiled child.