Overtime

They say

a poem on Overtime

should always possess

excessive words.

It should, simply, be overabundant.

The poem should overflow

It should overwhelm.

Overexert.

Overpopulate.

Overburden.

In other words,

it should unrestrainedly strive

to overthrow 

the overarching meaning of the genre.

Or,

it should be content 

to be sold cheap in a word factory;

on some picture perfect social networking site,

like any ordinary worker

drenching in sweat,

eating by the roadside and, 

on phone, talking to his far-off family -

working on the construction of a mall 

he would never dare to enter.

In the labour of breathing everyday,

Life's an overtime.