WHEN

I sometimes hate my cell,

The enforced austerity of space,

The timely occurrence of events,

Retribution for crimes of omission.

One day,

The leg of the bench,

Where I sat everyday for hours,

Will become a club.

One day,

The timeliness of routines,

Will work its magic for us,

But not for you.

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