The Nine to Five Writer

It is knowing this body must endure
something more than
a regular nine to five -
without flipping a lid.

No losing your temper,
feeling bad,
or relaxing
for eight hours,
every single day,
five days
mercilessly
in sequence
perpetually.

Though
fear not!
For, two days are rewarded.
Two days of
kind-of-stay-here-we-need-you-for-your-job-later
freedom.

So here is to Sunday,
Monday's ugly cousin.

An Ode To Elevators

Thank you,
for bringing me up
when I was down.
I began there,
long ago,
stagnant
at level one
Now here I stand,
a successful level three.
You are so uplifting!
Oh elevator,
how I look up to thee.