Work

by Unknown

Apr 2011 362 Views 1 comments

Work =[

Author: Unknown

Everyday I drag my feet
For a job I no longer like
Stressing, boring and thankless.
My boss is a rude, miserable man.
The staff are set to robotic mode

I'm different and feel I don't fit
Someone take me away from this awful place
Take me to where nature is full
Where my heart can beat normally
Where I can smile truly - not this fake rubbish I do
WHere I can find serenity in a day - I wanna be me.

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Posted: Apr 2011

About this poem:

Wrote this today... I don't like my job.. can you tell??

Comments (1)

mcradloffPlatteville, Wisconsin USAApr 4, 2011

I could have written that poem for every job I ever had, except the last one, ski lift operator, but I spent 300 dollars more than I made on the job, 550 for auto repairs, 80 for boots and socks, 200 on gas, oh yeah, I almost forgot, my jury duty in 2002 was fun.