Treasure Island

KarenElizabeth Green


Work -or regret


Work, that thing we moan and complain about.
work, we think were better, that ther must be more,
its a life, i would say, ive learnt the hard lesson
that works not my prison, but the food of life itselth.

dont listen to your inner you, like- there must be more for me?
dont listen to so called freinds who say, tell your boss to go away
dont listen to the doom and gloom, ur happy at work, u will see
dont end up on the scrap heap like me,

Submitted: Friday, October 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013
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unemployed, took too much notice of people, who did not care who they
hurt, like a idiot i lost mine, my own stupid DONT YOU LOOSE YOURS.

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