Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

Jobs aren’t what they used to be

I yawn at the sight

Of their dull personalities

Their fake sense of being

Their absent-minded work habits

One day I hope to spit in the eye

Of their constant whining

Of their lazy bitching

Their kiss ass way of life.

I never belonged here in the first place

I’m so much better than this

So why lower my standards and bitch

Just like these annoying creatures…

I never wanted to choke

But slap…definitely!



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