Hector Jackson


One Single Day - Poem by Hector Jackson

Sitting at my desk at work, feeling bad, feeling worse.
On my chair I hurt my back, the clock is ticking, I am spinning.
This job is a slow one, papers in front of me, fastest writer with no soul.
Eat my lunch at the gray table, manager makes no sense, wanna punch him.
Sitting at my desk at work, feeling bad, feeling worse.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010



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