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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I have been writing for years, but so far I have made little or no money doing it. I will never give up even if I don't make a dime. I mostly write poetry, but I occasionally write essays, commentary, essays and short stories. Some of my work is really good, if I say so myself. You be the judge. I am at my best when I am inspired, but that unfortunately isn't very often.
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