Thursday, March 31, 2016

I hate my job

Fake smiles
Can only take you so far 
Complaints 
Will take you above and beyond
In the hell hole
We call retail
The roses blooming from my head
Bring some happiness 
To the melancholy moody folks
But I'm ready to evolve
Ready to leap 
No mouthful of sand
Broken teeth
Blood pouring out of my ears
And eyes
This time
Struggle is inevitable
Fear isn't optional  

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