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Whyleigh evermore
Poems
May 2016
J.O.B.
Tick tock, the work clock never stops.
mind nothing that matters and fall into the hole
that ends when we retire.
Toiling all day makes me realize
I'm barely even an adult.
I don't know and can't show and as
the tick tock knocks hours off my clock,
all I want to do... is go home.
Drink myself into a stupor and
dream about being a kid again.
#*****
#forever
#work
#bills
#unfulfilled
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