I hate work
It sucks
I hate buff files and green files and red files and sad files
and the ghostly lights that illuminate me
I hate the buzzing of machinery which is constantly on my nerves
And the chattering of banter
Like they don't realize that their lives are a page that is blank, that is empty, that is used and abused
Frozen dinners, Danielle Steele, so polished in their routine
I hate it all
But I can't leave, I can't leave
Because I want beer on Tuesdays, and martinis on friday nights
Because I want hot, tropical breezes to brush me when I'm thirsty
Because I'm trapped
And I can't get out

09/17/2002

Posted on 09/17/2002
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