Job Description
I’m a bit tangled
My empty state
The scope of this job
Goes beyond like a plane
Series of works,
Bombarded schedule,
Flowing sweat,
Filled my container
Just got the thought
When I twisted my feet
Jumped over the poles
While wearing the fleet.
Suppose to wear
Eyeglasses of knowledge
Not these red shoes
I’m so unprepared.
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