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We were not placed on this planet to work until we die.

Another technical poem (they are quite fun to make), another five internet points to the first person to comment with what is so unusual about this poem (hint: the title).

Behold:
Every day, agony

Wake up

Get dressed

Eat breakfast

Drive to work

Mundane employment

Multiplied by infinity

Following morning, despair

Awaken

Clothe myself

Consume nourishment

Commute

Mind-numbing occupation

Forever

Succeeding morrow, misery

Arise

Garments on

Feast

Arrive at office

One step closer towards death

Without end

Another cycle, anguish

Forgo sleep

Raiment equipped

Devour nutrients

Sit in traffic

Make someone else money

Ad infinitum

No!

Reject repetitions!

Embrace life!

Do what makes you happy!

Make your dreams reality!

Ambition is the antithesis of drudgery.
Thank you for listening.

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