This Job
I hate this job completely,
I hate it totally.
It makes no sense any time,
and I'm treated unjustly.
The insurance and the benefits
they say out weigh the stress.
But so far I cannot see it
and I am a total mess.
I hate this job completely,
I hate it totally.
Copyright © Cheri Golden | Year Posted 2009
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