Jim Ellis · Jan 18, 2012
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Today I worked
and for eight hours
I served fiends
cups of caffeine

I made food for
six hundred
All were absurd
and didn't say a word

Smoked too many
cigarettes because
I was confused seeing
convenience abused

After work I went home
Very tired I fell asleep
Dreams of work were in my head
I woke up and did it again...

 
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