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No. You don’t understand. Life shouldn’t be this hard. You shouldn’t be grateful Making money for someone Invisible, sitting prettily Dropping demands and hesitations That he might have given An amount Larger than your percentage To the over all total Which essentially you, Your sweat and backache, Had generated. And they call this opportunity, This mindless obedience? And they call this career, This fundamental slavery? **** them.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
Nine Hours Compelled and an Hour Unpaid
No. You don’t understand. Life shouldn’t be this hard. You shouldn’t be grateful Making money for someone Invisible, sitting prettily Dropping demands and hesitations That he might have given An amount Larger than your percentage To the over all total Which essentially you, Your sweat and backache, Had generated. And they call this opportunity, This mindless obedience? And they call this career, This fundamental slavery? **** them.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
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