Shit on their faces
Working in this place,
Trying to make sense of out the days.
A tangled mind to deal with,
An adjusted life cannot be dealt with no
more.
But still I work here,
With a state of brainlessness, I fear.
My dignity has departed,
A disconnected head imparted.
I fail to see their lost cause.
I fail to see why they clap their hands.
Feel like shitting on their faces for what
they are, and for what they do.
Shitting on their faces in despair.
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