You freak me out! You have no idea how hard it is to be around you You told me how you punched your boyfriend in the face Another girl talks gossip nonstop This guy is taking weed and hails from Chicago This other guy look like he just entered this country illegally Why do you have a purple mowhawk? You have tattoos all over your arms What do they all mean? I'm afraid to ask I'm afraid you'll yell at me I can't think I can't breathe I'm shell shocked When will this work shift end so I can be away from all of you Where I can be at peace Where I can be safe Some are nice But they leave too soon They are too few I wish I didn't feel this way I really do But here I stand Waiting for the bell to ring It is 3:00 P.M. Yeah!
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Just ragging about my job, but it could be any of the jobs I have had. Social interaction has always been a real crapper for me. I was asked what I liked best about my job. I answered the ride home.
You know I have always loved your poetry. It is written for the real person. I work a job where there are lots of people. And I find it does not matter if they are male or female there will always be those you write about. At my job we have rivaling crews. I sit alone at lunch in-between the two crews. If they ever go at it I am a goner
Happygolucky4u, thanks for your nice comments about my poems. I sit in my car on break, though it is really hot out there, I still prefer it to dealing with the people and their crapola.
You are so true about your experiences.....not every work place is enjoyable. Not everyone treats you as you would like to be treated...That's why we have to speak up when ever possible to change our environment without confronting in a bad way. Thanks God we have our small breaks to disconnect for a bit before going home..Take care my dear poet and thanks for sharing. SM
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