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May 2016
Why do I even ******* bother
**** that people don't do bothers me
They refuse to answer their ******* phone
It takes forever and a day for them
To get back to me
They have no idea
How to treat others
They're clueless about anything
That has to do with proper etiquette
They will say that I need my ***
Kicked because I'm not following what they
Have in mind
So ******* demanding
So ******* controlling
What a bunch of punk *** *******
I'm through with it all
They all can go to ******* hell
I'm so ******* tired of trying to please them
All it does is gets me *******
That I want to drown my anger
In a bottle
I know where that will take me
And it's no ******* good.
james arthur powell
Written by
james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   mickey finn
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