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Aristotle can go fuck himself
"Pleasure in the job
puts perfection
in work"
he speaks
but i hear nothing
beyond the slight
ringing
in my ears
i can't see
but my hands
understand the
routine
i respond
to the dissonance
on cue
Can i get you anything else?
muscle memory takes over
the laugh
the walk
the exchange
typing in his 5 star points
i look up
and see him
for the first time
today
his beard is unkempt
and his eyes
are kind
crinkled at the edges
a smile
curled
on his lips
as he turns to wave
i spot my father
on his nametag
in my periphery
and for a brief moment
once a week
i wish
he was
Thanks! Try to get some rest this weekend
i chuckle
to fill the air
i don't need rest
i need to scream
i need a rock
i'm tired
i'm not a good person
puts perfection
in work"
he speaks
but i hear nothing
beyond the slight
ringing
in my ears
i can't see
but my hands
understand the
routine
i respond
to the dissonance
on cue
Can i get you anything else?
muscle memory takes over
the laugh
the walk
the exchange
typing in his 5 star points
i look up
and see him
for the first time
today
his beard is unkempt
and his eyes
are kind
crinkled at the edges
a smile
curled
on his lips
as he turns to wave
i spot my father
on his nametag
in my periphery
and for a brief moment
once a week
i wish
he was
Thanks! Try to get some rest this weekend
i chuckle
to fill the air
i don't need rest
i need to scream
i need a rock
i'm tired
i'm not a good person
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