A visitor lies underneath this skin, a parasite whose presence I revile.
On Sunday nights his work he must begin, and I, his doleful victim, must beguile.
This guest unwanted dwelleth not on sleep for energy to pester me by day;
instead he jeers me as the house I keep illuminated, time flying away.
While weekends grant us separation's air to smell, inhale, and treasure on our own,
this company will pleasur'bly ensnare my body and with blandishments atone.
With me this monster grew through childhood years a witness to my every nascent breath.
He's both my aspirations and my fears and mocks me with the latter 'til my death.
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