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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To be brutally honest it feels great to be employed But it wears off quick and I start to feel annoyed Manager abuses authority Women work there as a majority In fact it feels like a sorority The cycles The emotion Cure the curse Brew the potion Can't a day at work be smooth as lotion The guys would think it's great No not at all Workin with women make me exhausted to the point I just wanna fall On the floor Move no more I want another job I don't fit in this clothing store Hours of moving boxes Eyes red like foxes Picking up hanger after hanger Up up goes my anger Fingers getting poked from sensoring clothes I smell laziness under my nose Back-and-forth I carry lay-a-ways I shouldn't complain I get paid anyways Watching the fitting room Boring full of gloom Vacuum the carpet last Only an hour has pass I can remember everything that just passed I glare at the co-manager as I strode past It's days I don't even get a break I'm so mad my body is like a blender the way I shake In a four hour shift how much did I make Four multiplied by 8.25 an hour I used to make more than that from mama when I cleaned the shower This is the price I pay for an "honest hustle" But the whole time, no girl moves a muscle I haven't eaten in hours my stomach hurts as if I'm in labor This job is killing me like slave labor But it's minus the whips This chump change will never get me the luxurious "whips" This time the master is African American Can she, yes she, make the girls work Yes she can But privately refuses The overworking confuses She's invading my work ethic So intrusive I can't get away from this slave ship So not elusive No benefits No pay on holidays I need a job but also my dignity I'm leaving anyways I've gained experience and it's plenty money out there Never has so much sweat dripped from my hair Never worked a morning Man this job is boring If I lay my head I swear I'm snoring I'm glad to be in college Gaining knowledge When I get my own business I'll do people a favor By ridding the world of slave labor
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