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too tired to do your favorite thing

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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…




Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Franco Amati

Franco Amati

Speculative fiction writer from New York. For published work visit or buy me a coffee at

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