I didn't do all the petty stuff
They piled on my shift
I guess it wasn't hard enough
But I did take care of human beings
While they abused me
Like I have no feelings
I did my job and did it well
If you don't like it
Go to hell.
YOU ARE READING
All the Small Things
ŞiirThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
