Working hard is what we do
Each day this place we show up to
Selling pie and pastries too
Wiping tables when we're through
That's just life for me and you
Day two of my 30 day poetry challenge: write a five-line poem to the last person you texted (or fb messaged in my case since i lack a cell phone)
Here i am again working at my uneventful office.
If I am here any longer i think i am going to be nauseous.
Just simply being here is extremely boring.
To prove that to you just listen to my coworker snoring.
I am literally tired all the dang time.
And to be honest I am barely making a dime.
I’ve been here so long I don’t even care anymore.
Do you think anyone would care if i just died right here on this carpeted floor?
Everyone around me is braindead and cruel.
Maybe i shouldn’t have dropped out of highschool.
— The End —