Mar 2020
Nausea shot through a syringe,
Filling me with surreal senses.
I must not stop,
I must not shudder,
I will not pause,
I will not falter.
There is no place
For a burden,
No space
For dead weight.
I am not a burden,
So
“I feel fine.”
Filling me with surreal senses.
I must not stop,
I must not shudder,
I will not pause,
I will not falter.
There is no place
For a burden,
No space
For dead weight.
I am not a burden,
So
“I feel fine.”
My view on work is like this. I’m working my *** off and I can’t stop. If I’m lying in bed, sick, I’m a burden. I don’t have time for that. Hell I could have Covid-19 right now (In all seriousness, I probably do) and I’m still refusing to take a break.
