Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Just a poem

It doesn't matter what I do or how I try to change, this place seems to never move and always stays the same. I just can't seem to change my view I never could agree, the way this place is run through corporate tyranny. I've got to eat, a job I need, but there's no good pay for a good deed. Forced into the corporation with the only job I find, The irony of the situation is fucking with my mind. You hate to see it, although its true, the same applies to all of you, this world is hard, this place is cold, and no ones ready to break the mold....... _

__this is just a poem I am not speaking for anyone, just rhyming thoughts shared that's all

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