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At 6am, I'm miserable.
Time to get out of bed, move my behind,
Clock in for $7.25 at the daily grind,
Eight hours for this is fucking criminal.
At noon, I'm finally awake.
Don’t ask me what I want to be
I probably won’t answer
I have been conditioned to reply
A simple “I don’t know”
As I stood there silently waiting,
I already began to feel their eyes on me,
As if a blinking light sat upon my head,
Blinking, flashing, blaring.
With every glance and every whisper,
