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Don’t give me your feed -back, -down in the sand -pit, -fall in the band -width Onboarding cost, competence lost, budgetary frost Don’t mess with my head -count, -down to the start -up, -take until hard stop Low-hanging fruit, slim-fitting suit, payroll dispute Don’t throw me the ball -park, -run in your lane -way, -out of my brain -storm Sanity check, turbo pitch-deck, stretching your neck Don’t gift me your work -stream, -line up the play -back, -down in the grey -zone Dropping the ***** lining the halls, walking the walls Don’t ping me a straw -man, -go with your best guess, -work in a stress dream Cracking the whip, losing your grip, sinking the ship In gravity handcuffs, I don’t need a check-up I’m fighting inertia, while trying to reverse a        malicious assertion, resisting coercion, I’d really prefer a fleet-footed desertion Or chemical recess, a little-lunch brain-bliss Just something to blur the emotional burn that        smacks hard when I wake up and threatens to freeze me I should take it easy… Don’t, think I’m a waste- land, -slide in the deep dive, -down in the **** bed Bored by the **** losing my wit, apathy pit -Quietly quit-
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Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 11:05 PM UTC
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Don’t give me your feed -back, -down in the sand -pit, -fall in the band -width Onboarding cost, competence lost, budgetary frost Don’t mess with my head -count, -down to the start -up, -take until hard stop Low-hanging fruit, slim-fitting suit, payroll dispute Don’t throw me the ball -park, -run in your lane -way, -out of my brain -storm Sanity check, turbo pitch-deck, stretching your neck Don’t gift me your work -stream, -line up the play -back, -down in the grey -zone Dropping the ***** lining the halls, walking the walls Don’t ping me a straw -man, -go with your best guess, -work in a stress dream Cracking the whip, losing your grip, sinking the ship In gravity handcuffs, I don’t need a check-up I’m fighting inertia, while trying to reverse a        malicious assertion, resisting coercion, I’d really prefer a fleet-footed desertion Or chemical recess, a little-lunch brain-bliss Just something to blur the emotional burn that        smacks hard when I wake up and threatens to freeze me I should take it easy… Don’t, think I’m a waste- land, -slide in the deep dive, -down in the **** bed Bored by the **** losing my wit, apathy pit -Quietly quit-
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Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 11:05 PM UTC
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