Excuses (a working title)
by @christopher-james-grossi
Hilarious!
There is no job description in this position,
I float between the frictions and feign conviction when the boss is witness,
At most I mean a fifth of what I mutter and I'm often listless,
I soften because I know I'm broke as shit and have that thought to grip with,
I cough, hoping to convince the powers present of a sickness,
And call in, whispering,
"Cover my shift, think I might need a prescription,"
Take the day off,
Try to get a sense of what has since become a mode of operation I once ripped upon like stitch and yarn,
Pissing me off,
That I can't save a cent and now I'm living on my savings that I swore I'd leave alone so I could quit this job,
It's not that it's really all that bad,
But I bitch because I'm sick of limitations I can't live beyond,
And I'm not really all that mad,
But I fritz because I know that I could really do some shit if I could get beyond
Excuses.