Molasses and Struggle
They don't pay me enough for this bullshit.
Everyday I come in a little before nine.
They make a mess for me to clean,
They're constantly testing my patience.
Taunting me with their questions.
I have to change shitty and pissy undies.
I'm always sweeping up the crumb-filled
floor left from their 2 o'clock munchies.
I'm about to OD on asprin because this
headache won't go away. Naptime...
sounds like a breeze. Sure...if they went
to sleep. My mood is as dry as the animal
crackers they're having for snack. Their
high-pitched commands are ringing in my
ear.
Moral of the Story: I hate my job!
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