Poetry: “I Hate My Job” (from May 2009) Note: This doesn’t necessarily apply to my current job

I hate my job

I’ve got to leave

For something else, I do believe

I hate my job

I want to go

Ere my resentment starts to grow

I hate my job

It truly sucks

It’s hardly worth the fifty bucks

I hate my job

It causes stress

I’d do something more pleasant

For even less

I hate my job

I often cry

To stay for life, I’d rather die.

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