The Job
I’m near my end, I feel it close
My patience does wear thin
Some pills! Some pills! I need a dose
“fore they see my evil twin
This job! This job! It makes me ill!
Their snot and germs spread so fast
I come to school with much good will
Quickly spoiled with the first blast
Of glares and cursing galore
They look so sweet, but are so rude
I want to run out the door
My wish to help dashed to the rocks
By those kids who think they know
More than the most cunning smart fox
They don’t need me so I’ll go
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