Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
There were managers College grads Conspiring in the corner Next to the dumpster And the women complained About mistreatment And the men worked with Aching backs Dying to prove Something. Everybody is busy Everybody is angry Nobody feels Fulfilled. Some walked fast Some dragged themselves Some sweated Some laughed Some screamed Some looked Miserable. Everybody submitted. Christ... It's just retail. Every morning I say to myself "I'm going in, but I ain't doin **** Today."
0
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
Work
There were managers College grads Conspiring in the corner Next to the dumpster And the women complained About mistreatment And the men worked with Aching backs Dying to prove Something. Everybody is busy Everybody is angry Nobody feels Fulfilled. Some walked fast Some dragged themselves Some sweated Some laughed Some screamed Some looked Miserable. Everybody submitted. Christ... It's just retail. Every morning I say to myself "I'm going in, but I ain't doin **** Today."
Written by
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem