Shackled up on a plastic chair,
On a Thursday Morning…Routine affair.
A broken pen ..And an unfinished song..
I had sat wondering..All Night Long.
Got places to go..Forgotten promises to stand by.
‘Tis I slowly realize..As the rickety clock ticks by..
Sigh..Shackled up on a plastic chair,
Suddenly thoughtless on a Thursday Morning..
Routine affair.
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