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I Really Need a Job
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Life, an endless endeavor.
I need to seek the true potential of a grocery store.
I lack the resources, the funding to get my needs and wants inclined.
Leave it all behind and take it as it comes. Words now spoken
aloud just to hold your tongue. Decisions that can't be made, thoughtful incantations. Out of luck without a buck, no time for relaxation. I need to get out of this house, they say I need to watch my mouth. Oh no.
I die inside to know I've left behind the times of true peace. The least of my worries is now survival. The way is dark. The way home.
I smell so bad, I feel I have no purpose. A cripple left by society. I am a money-less dreg, I'm worthless. Unshaven goat of a man, revolting. Bills aren't paid, my feet are numb (I fit no criteria) I am their only son (Yet still I scramble) Breathing in the corporate being (To escape my poverty) Living all of my time sleeping (I must be free) There must be something unseen about me that's disgusting, and renders me incapable of being employed. It's time to sell my soul to the workforce. I am going to cut my hair.
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Megatherian Dallas, Texas
We formed a few years ago when we fell out of the tree that all of creation fell out of. The rest is history. (Aren't we cute?)
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