Slowly packing up my belongings
Lazily putting away the days work
The end of my shift has come
Sneak out five minutes early
As if it makes a difference
Drage my purse, backpack, and lunch bag
To the hot, stuffy automobile
Trying to keep my eyes open
Trying to ignore their burning
Driving home between nods
Gaining my composure
So I can walk into the house
Dropping my bags on the floor
Collapsing on top of the covers
Clothes, shoes, and all
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