Dead end job,
Go nowhere pay check,
Long hour shift,
Under pressure of thumb,
Expectations of failure,
And when it's done,
There's just a coffin to fill.
Some would rather die; get it over with,
After all, what is there to lose?
One man's tie,
Is another man's noose.
By: Bethany Maxwell
March 15,2013
©2013
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