my nine to five, in means to survive
a series of travel in the kitchen my nerves constantly rattled and twitchingover my shoulder is my superiormy reccognition untouchedfeel forever inferior, etc....and. suchmy ego remains crushedmy labor feels in vain, my pain is brushedin brewmore than fewi dread the doors when walking throughusually motivated with a mindset that's elevated until I'm still ignore and underratedwhen will my blood, sweat, and tears escape the debrisand be free and appreciated