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red hands raw meat up to my elbows in hamburger chunks of bread spices, eggs just doing my job sculpting each meatball carefully in my hands rubber gloves metal tools surgery why them and not me *(blood, gore shrapnel and death suffering, pain alcohol and tears)* they were just doing their job i'm just doing mine *(the voice in my head says i'm not enough my glove breaks at the seam around my ring)* another day in paradise cold fingers meat on hands
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
meatball surgery
red hands raw meat up to my elbows in hamburger chunks of bread spices, eggs just doing my job sculpting each meatball carefully in my hands rubber gloves metal tools surgery why them and not me *(blood, gore shrapnel and death suffering, pain alcohol and tears)* they were just doing their job i'm just doing mine *(the voice in my head says i'm not enough my glove breaks at the seam around my ring)* another day in paradise cold fingers meat on hands
everyone is just living their lives and trying to get by. please be kind to those you meet and if you see someone doing their job, say thank you. copyright 3/11/18 b. e. mccomb
#work#life#death#job#war#cooking
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be-mccomb
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
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