Sticky, sweaty work-a-day man got the late evening blues. Feel, sickening fatigue and an eagerness to sleep. Oooh, my aching back. A gut full of nothing, and a clock short on time. Mismatched socks, and changeless pockets Excited mind is ready to pop like bottle rockets. Oh dear, the time is near to break myself again. Oh dear, the time is here, to see this boring day to it's jaded and long awaited painful end.
I like it a lot, except for the way you spaced out the last few lines. it doesn't fit the rest of the poem.
I like it... for such a plain subject matter, you brought it to life. You seem to have this intense way of describing every feeling and every situation... You could be talking about how you took a shit one day, and make it sound awesome and full of life and fun. LOL. Seriously though, it amazes me.
