Spending nine months under flouresant lighting and harsh air conditioning causes pain. I felt pretty good once I got this off my chest
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I slept so stoned and heavily,
Steadily siped on a heady fine wine,
Whatched time meld night into day and bind calander dates into a hazy scale with no relitive way of deciphering distance between them,
And I seen them screaming past,
Dart to the last hour of each-
Start in the middle and cast a strange day
Consisting of strange ways to make the pay packet neater,
Chop hack and slash through the week to make every dollar sweeter,
Hold back the cash just to say that I'll see ya next month,
But that's only a hunch, lumped in with a bunch of other stuff that I meant to do,
That I'll never do
Cos I work the late shift at Safeway,
The whole God damn night through.
GET UP!
COFFEE!
EAT!
GO TO WORK!
COME HOME!
GET DRUNK!
SLEEP!
DREAM ABOUT THE LIFE THAT I COULDN'T SEEM TO KEEP!
BALANCE ON MY FEET IN THIS PERPETUAL WEEK!
My life turned from brightness into darkness when I started working in supermarkets in the night time,
And I'm surprised that I've lasted long enough to summerise this
And not blasted a bullet through my face like the other poor bastards.
