City - Job - HuntA Poem by Rosh LiNothing much to say this job hunt kills my inner way of seeing, of being, of agreeing… Sale your attention to detail tone down the perfection you work with you’ll never be in control London is taking its toll Cities and armies of white collar zombies praising illusory life of freedom and comforts take a look at the matrix you’re part of making your life harder and harder Am I the only one doing her time here? I will be lucky if the ending is near One more year….hope I made myself clear.
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