I hesitate to use the word you coined just yesterday but this is a wonderfully poetic representation of same. Dare I say you’ve gerstled it? I’ve always believed in my heart of hearts, to paraphrase McLuhan that sometimes, “The overwork is the message.”
One can’t ethically streamline a poem about overworked poems.
I love how you threw an “orange” in there as if to say, if I work this long enough, even the oranges will ryhme. It’s sweet. I love it.