As we enter week three,
there is not much left to see.
My hands are rubbed raw;
my nails, there is nothing left to gnaw.
Just rice in the pantry,
maybe some spaghetti…
My appetite is paltry,
and our conversations are petty.
There is some positivity:
I have plenty of ink.
Though, at times, mediocre creativity
to practice doublethink.
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