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Jul 2018
Job
Waking up to go to work.
Another day another dollar.
I don’t actually like my job but
you need to make money somehow, I guess.

Another day another dollar
I wonder if drug dealers like their jobs
you need to make money somehow, I guess.
I bet clowns hate their jobs.
        
I wonder if drug dealers like their jobs
it’s got to be hard knowing how you affect someone
I bet clowns hate their jobs.
Because they terrify everyone.

It’s got to be hard knowing how you affect someone
that’s why I hate my job
because I terrify everyone.
I am a clown.
Phi Kenzie
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Phi Kenzie  25/Transfeminine/LA
(25/Transfeminine/LA)   
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