Original Poetry - "Get a Job"

I’ve got a job!
But it eats my soul
Leaves me
A hole
Where a human
Was
At least
I’VE GOT A JOB!
So I wake at
Set times
Out the door
Join the lines
That’s fine
I’ve got a job
But it didn’t
Require my degree
So the snobs
Look down on me
At what they think they see
I’ve got a job
One step down
From the cubicle
Fuelled by
Pharmaceuticals
But it’s a job
Before none, any
It’s still a job
Better than nothing
At least its a job
Just keep saying it
Until the gratitude
Smothers those sobs
For good

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Thanks for reading. This poem is based on actual events but the blockchain is forever so I’m not going to name that employer. What I will say is that the feelings I described led me to call it quits and pursue online work (mostly freelancing) exclusively. I haven’t looked back since.

Upvotes, comments and follows are appreciated. If it really felt familiar, consider resteeming.

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