So you haven't gotten your materials yet
and you are all disturbed and mean
and whose fault is that supposed to be?
I bet you think its meyeah I'm the root cause of all your problems cuz it not like bad days just happen
there's gotta be a guilty party, and pointing them will set the matteryou know what its not like you have no idea, what it means to do what I do
its not like you do you and I m am just trying to comply to
you know what i could just keep complaining and throwing crap bc of this situation
but I'm tired of this effing shit and your delusional expectations
YOU ARE READING
a bad day at my factory job
Poetryit become somewhat transcendental when i wrote it down