I quit my job

Me: "I quit my job."

Other person: "what!' 'why did you do that for, you haven't got any money coming in now."

Yeah, and so fucking what. F*ck the money, f*ck the job.

I wasn't happy no matter how much I got.

I wasn't happy doing what I didn't want; continuing to do it when I wasn't feeling my best, just feeling depressed and lost.

I felt odd. I had a mental breakdown and had to stop.

And I'm glad I did, I couldn't keep that on.

That weren't no life I could be proud of.

I was getting sick and tired of hearing the sound of....the almighty alarm; thinking: here we go again.

A tedious tourturous merry-go-round that never ends.

One that I'd be happy seen destroyed, and without regrets.

But those who run it won't like that at all. They will want to keep us on there untill we're old and frail; untill we fold and fail.

Round and round we go, like rodents in wheels, in their cages.

You will be rewarded if you continue to engage in, this game.

So don't stop running little rat.

Just think of a nibble, of the slab, of a little bit of this and a little bit of that.

You can have it if you want it, but you've got to keep up tho; regardless of how burnt out you are.

Either that or fall behind and stay behind and starve.

It doesn't really matter which choice you choose, because you're screwed either way.

So I need to be somewhere in the middle, like the Buddha and ride the wave....of equiminity.

About this poem

(My poet name on this should be warrior 28, i made a mistake by typing I quit my job as my name, ha, ha.) I'll probably alter and add to this over time. If you think about it, there really is no such thing as a finished piece of writing. It's only abandoned. There's always the choice to come back.

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Written on October 07, 2024

Submitted by Wordwarrior28 on July 10, 2024

Modified by Wordwarrior28 on July 12, 2024

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Scheme A X A B X X X X X X X X X X C C X X X B
Characters 1,423
Words 312
Stanzas 20
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