too tired to do your favorite thing

something is wrong when you’re too tired
to do your favorite thing,
when your best energy is sapped
by people you don’t give a shit about…
attention wasted on fools,
concentration broken by pricks,
and constantly listening to petty complaints
from the ceaseless factory that is humankind —
pummeled by the grind, utterly destroyed,
eviscerated by tedium…
it’s the tragedy of killing 45 minutes on hold
with the fucking…