What the fuck are they talking??
Why the fuck are they talking??
aaahhh...
I do not care a damn, but I am suppose to be hooked and interested.
So here I am,
with sleeves cuffed and shirt tucked in, sitting primly like an ass.
Oh, how much do I hate my job, of that you have no clue.
I have started dreading the daylight as darkness appeals to me.
It comforts me, because it represents the other side of what I hate.
Peace !!
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Every Tom, Dick and Hari...every Seeta, Geeta, Meeta worth his/her salt HATES his/her job.
Then i suppose it just boils down to balls.... having them or not having them for doing or not doing what you love.
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