Ambivalence

I think I may be ill, mentally,
‘cause when I’m roaming
These city streets, I’m jealous
Of the rampant homeless,
Concerned only for their
Survival, while I care about
So many things,
Charts and deadlines,
Deliverables and documents,
Whether or not I can finish
Screwing this handful of pastries
Before my three o’clock meeting.

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