the daily battle of nonexistence

at 6’o clock, i am the billionth soul to stir out of slumber
at 7 o'clock, i take my bath, singing the same old number
at 8 o'clock, i eat the new improved bread and butter
at 9 o'clock, i head to my office and add to the clutter
at 10 o'clock, i wrestle with the run-of-the-mill
at 11 o'clock, i rhyme a verse with jack and jill
at 12 o'clock, i entertain hopes of trying out something novel
at 1 o'clock, the very thought of a deadline makes me grovel
at 2 o'clock, i abandon my plans grand
at 3 o'clock, i settle for the stunningly bland
at 4 o'clock, i massage my wounded pride
at 5 o'clock, i decide to take it in my stride
at 6 o'clock, i check if i still have a spine
at 7 o'clock, i no longer have the will to whine
at 8 o'clock, i take my bath, singing the same old number
at 9 o'clock, i am the billionth soul to get back to slumber