You know the type

That metronomic, mechanistic

Productive type

Day-in, day-out

Turns up, gets stuff done

How do I become that?

I’be slipped into a rhythm for a few hours

Had a good fortnight

But then it goes

Boredom, procrastination

Unfocussed, fuck the man

Who cares, manic output,

I’m a hero, can’t be arsed,

Who am I?

And all of that before 9am

I guess some people have it

And others well kind of sometimes do,

Maybe,

Fleetingly,

Tantalisingly

But not permanently

We’re the variable ones

Trying to make it work

On average

And masking that standard deviation

Our source of shame

But who we are

And always will be

Day-in, day-out