I use have job
You know that thing you
Got paid for on a specific day
For amount of hours you slaved in.
Ya, I did that thing called
Work, till a thing in my head
Decided to talk to me
My, my what a bitch she was.
Always a drag telling me
Hey, that girl down there,
Ya, that blonde, 'she says your not doing your job. Your lazy.'
Being there already 7 days,
Overtime, Baby!
Was what I was thinking,
Although, not what the little thing
In my mind, said.
Sadly, to say I was burning out.
This thing called work,
I was done for,
My mental health was slipping away.
For I broke, that day so the voices won.
Unemployed, I've been disabled I'm not.
To educated they say,
For writing is my game,
Yet, it truly keeps me unemployed
Till, I truly realize how I make
These words make a dime
Or even a buck for me.
©vicki
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