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Sep 2017
Living the dream with our trees and nips
I'm a number taking tokes in the break room
The old drunk working the forklift stares at my ****
While telling me babies love to be reminded of the womb

The vapid **** walks aimlessly, sipping her light and sweet
While the manager bites his tongue since she promised him head
So all of what's left is an extra treat
For the suckers who end up wishing they were dead

No ladders, no safety, no worry
Climb these unstable pallets and don't be sour
Because there's no greater glory
Than dying for $11.75 an hour

"But It's been 30 days without an accident" said Lisa
And because we kept our mouths shut, we're all getting pizza
Written by
Victor Krisp
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