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Practice What You Preach.

I had to do it
Wouldn't leave my mind
My coworkers forced
To stay for a cent on the dime

MFs
I called you out
Though silent they were
Just so they could hear it
In your own words

From your own mouth
You fuckin worms

I couldn't sit on it
It was driving me insane
So I called up the labor wage
Then gave them your name

Yeah
I'll always be the one who sticks out her neck
But I never gamble
Without keeping my finances in check

Though I know I'll probably have to quit
Bitch
I will always say it was fuckin worth it.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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Author's Note
This hurricane is gonna bust us up, they've evacuated the critical patients in case there's so much damage that only the walkie talkies can escape into the safest place of a possibly crumbling building, and the nurses who were scheduled have to come the day before and sleep there. But "we don't pay people to sleep." Ok bitch. See you in court you fuckin management pawn. You missing the GD point. You ain't paying them to sleep, you laying them to risk their fuckin lives and you have the audacity to try and redirect the point by saying that shit. Don't worry, boo. I got you.
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