Small ones in the morning
that have a rising sun
packed into their little, missile forms
Big ones in the evening
that have a thousand head of tired sheep
corralled into their thick, round forms
In between
stimulants of a liquid, legal kind
to keep my lids from lowering
and the tips of my fingers
tap-tap-tappiting
on the keyboard of my paycheck
April 15, 2019
#GloPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019 Day 15
#ShutUpWrite3019 Challenge
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