In the realm of grown-up life, we stride, With bills to pay and dreams to hide, We thought adulthood would be a breeze, But it's more like juggling, if you please.

Alarm clocks blare at the crack of dawn, As we struggle to put our slippers on, Coffee's our lifeline, that's no doubt, It's the magic elixir, there's no way out.

Socks mismatched, and ties askew, We stumble through the morning's debut, Suit up, dress sharp, and don that tie, Only to spill coffee as we say goodbye.

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