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I'm just sitting her waiting on the bus I'm tired, it's been a tiring day not because I was busy the opposite, sitting there stagnating like grease going hard and sticking to the pan I'm underpaid when busy the recession has ended that I hope they move me I'm getting paid for doing nothing It's soul-destroying, spirit-stifling, mind-deadening dull I'm working for the public, apparently but their an entity I rarely see I talk to them on the phone and now and again communicate by letter I'm drowning in nothingness, there is no job satisfaction maybe they'll offer me redundancy it could be the kick I need to search for something something that feeds my soul at the moment I feel I'd be better collecting the dole Here I am collecting dust pretty soon my brain will rust
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
Apathy
I'm just sitting her waiting on the bus I'm tired, it's been a tiring day not because I was busy the opposite, sitting there stagnating like grease going hard and sticking to the pan I'm underpaid when busy the recession has ended that I hope they move me I'm getting paid for doing nothing It's soul-destroying, spirit-stifling, mind-deadening dull I'm working for the public, apparently but their an entity I rarely see I talk to them on the phone and now and again communicate by letter I'm drowning in nothingness, there is no job satisfaction maybe they'll offer me redundancy it could be the kick I need to search for something something that feeds my soul at the moment I feel I'd be better collecting the dole Here I am collecting dust pretty soon my brain will rust
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
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