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Hating This Job

I hate this job. I wish I could burn it all
Down with my bare hands. My boss
Is a jackass and every employee
Keeps typing away at their small cubicle.
Fire!! Screaming so loud even the wall
Shakes. Scattering papers all across
The room causing chaos and noisy
Disruptions. Life is like the crucible.
Everything turning into dust and ash.
I wish I could be brave and brash.
Author's Note
Inspired by We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore! competition.
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