Memoir Of The Working Read Count : 3

Category : Poems

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6:01am I wake up hurt

With no desire to get out of bed.

These sheets resemble dirt.

I gotta get out my own head.

I want to quit my job

But when I speak I cower.

Bills have a hold on me.

My inner self calls me a coward.

This degree took all my cash

And I guess now the world loves me so.

I don’t know how long I’ll last.

I die and my company grows.

I’m going to die before 5:00

And no one here will really care.

My title will survive

To bring the next person to tears.

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