Like a lifeless limb i lie here,
Drained of all creativity,
Lost in a world of tax-codes
Email Adresses and dried out pens.
But at least theres free coffee,
And I dont have to wear a tie,
As if thats a fair trade,
For my sanity and my joy.
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Author:
Anonamus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2018 06:41
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Comments1
I had to make my living in a corporation but managed never to take it home w/me and had a life of adventures on the outside..... it is absolutely hell you are living........ Just keep telling yourself that you are using THEM! Isn't it awful ....... you're not alone!
Thanks for the reassurance
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