Civil Disobedience

I’m drowsily  
sleep  
deprived  
whilst gazing
out  
the window
pondering
the wet
and  
rainy
weather
knowing
it’s definitely
one  
of those  
days
where  
you call
in  
sick  
and  
spend
the day
fucking
and
showering  
with micro
naps
hit
on  
repeat
to release  
the  
tension
without  
any
guilt  
for the
$750
my employer  
will  
be paying
whilst I  
spend  
the day
whorishly
sated
and
pulsatingly
swollen
and
entirely
liberated
from the  
gaping
and
soreness
that reminds
me
I’m alive
and  
non resistant
to the  
underlying
rebellious
notion
of
sticking it
to  
the man.