Work

Work

A Poem by Bubbles

UGGHHHH!!
I'm so tired
My feet are sore
I think I'm starting to get blisstas, or am i just over reacting?
I don't know? But that's how I feel.
One more hour to go
I just want to get this over with
I'm not a people's person
I don't know where anything is
All these people coming up to me
Asking me "where is...." Or "why does it say $40 when it's actually $60?"
Ten more minutes
Thankfully I don't have to stand around for much longer.
Thankfully I can go home soon.
Work is hard, tirering but at the end of the day it is worth it to have a job

© 2017 Bubbles


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Added on June 1, 2017
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Bubbles
Bubbles

Auckland, New Zealand



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