Working
By Victor Edmunds Published 3 months ago • 1 min read
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Always working a shift
Even when I'm about to drift
For sleep calls to me
Like a flower to a bumblebee
Always working late
Even when things aren't great
Because I need the cash
Like a runner needs to win the hundred meter dash
Every day at work
I feel like going berserk
It feels like I'm under a spell
From the broiling depths of Hell
Will these feelings ever pass
Is a question that runs through my cerebral mass
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