Me working at the foam cutting machine in the factory days of my youth (damn, I forgot to include my long locks of the time).
Fire me because I hate this job the work is menial the owners are snobs my self esteem they are trying to rob
resigning won’t cut it because Centrelink stinks they’ll stop any payments for weeks and weeks so I’m trapped in this lousy job I did not want anyway they forced me to take it though I wanted more pay
but who am I to say I’m worth more pay when the alternative is no welfare paydays while seeking the work I am qualified for as opposed to dismissal or a lost file in a drawer
so I press button one I press button two slicing foam for packaging it’s all I need do when due for a break a mountain of off cuts I climb in my dead time and I bounce on my bum to the tinnitus hum of factory machinery that means nothing to me
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