A Necessary Evil
I often moan about my job,
a certain colleague, and my boss -
I wish I didn't have to go
to work (I wouldn't mourn its loss).
Without a job I'd be quite skint;
it puts the money in the bank -
I think of that and carry on
(unsure of what or whom to thank).
written 9th November for Julia's Unrest of Spirit contest
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