Berry Picking At Night
Sometimes
At three AM
On my fourth redbull and my second coke
When the dumbass on the conveyor belt put the bin in backwards for the thirtieth time and I want to kill him
I watch the bugs gathered ‘round the lightbulb
And think
At least I’ve got more time than them.
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