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May 5
I awake so early
Sit at my desk
And I quote work
And I invoice work

I raise job cards
I raise requests to quote
We review the quotes
If they are a risk to the company

I eat at my desk
I eat in the lunch room
I drive to the mine site
To quote and check works completed

I take complaints from clients
Questions from clients and workers
I follow protocol  and procedure
But, I do not belong there

I am too unorthodox
I swear and ramble and get emotional
I do not fit this space
I am not a corporate puppet

Every now and then (like today)
I call in sick
I send a text message
After my alarm sounds

Tomorrow and the next day
I will go to work
And forget my dreams
And take the money

The world is set up
So we have to work until we're dead
Until we're too old to enjoy life
Because we need money until we die

To consume the material possessions
To doom scroll on our phones
To watch every season
To gamble and watch the sports

I have become enslaved
And I see no way out
But to age and retire and die
In a cell, without any bars.
If you know another way...
Please advise.
Respectfully yours,
Tom Speight.
Surface Electrical Coordinator.
kromwellfarkus
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kromwellfarkus  38/M/Australia
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