Job
Rolling my eyes
Everywhere I go
Searching for my luck
Hope that there’s a place
For someone like me.
Those newspapers
Scattered on floor
Makes me crazy
Desperate one...
I won’t stop
Won’t give up
I’ll try hard...
I know
I’ll find...
JOB.
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