Fatigue is a mushy avocado
Flies buzzing senselessly
Around the cavity in your head
Like the ripe fruit on your counter

Lost reason and thought scooped out
like the seed
Leaving your mind empty
Creativity and new life robbed
From the tree left unplanted

Your shoulders droop
Muscles pressured under a fork
Rotten, the fruits of your labor
Squelsh under the pressure
Tiredly, you reach for the bread

Lethargy spread across a body by a knife
You bite into the meal with exhaustion
For fatigue is a mushy avocado
A toast to your prison of employment