You're born to be educated, educated to work and you work to live,
oh what I would do to rid the world of work,
there's nothing I wouldn't give.
Everyday in sun and rain, I travel to a place where I feel nothing but disgrace.
Do this, do that, for minimum wage, if that.
People walking by, muttering under their breath.
I know what's really getting to them, these tiring conditions, and the stress.
Long hours, even longer days,
not enough time spent at home,
my life needs to change!
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Flowers under the sun (
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- Comment from author about the poem: not a lot to say, I hate my job, just getting feelings off my chest haha
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