I break down in the walk-in freezer at work,
Like another piece of equipment that is just barely hanging on to life.
Serving it’s intended purpose,
Yet useless enough for everyone to let it know as much.
I don’t want to be a gas range without a pilot light anymore, no.
I no longer want to fizzle out after a long day of being used,
Only to be lit up again when someone else wants fed.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
I break down in the walk-in freezer at work,
Like another piece of equipment that is just barely hanging on to life.
Serving it’s intended purpose,
Yet useless enough for everyone to let it know as much.
I don’t want to be a gas range without a pilot light anymore, no.
I no longer want to fizzle out after a long day of being used,
Only to be lit up again when someone else wants fed.
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