My Job 

I told her I was bored. I mean she asked why I didn’t like my current role and I thought it paid to be honest or does it?

I mean did she really want to hear…

I enjoy waking up every morning, stomach knotted like locs, head pounding like gorilla beats, palms sweating like tennis matches with rackets that give callus, heart racing like nascar, attitude that of a grumpy, old, regretful elder. 

Is that what she wanted to hear?

Or did she want to hear…

I enjoy waking up every morning to be programmed like a remote control that never runs out of battery, a servant that only knows yes, a robot that only…does…the…same…things… Over…and…over. 

Is that what she wanted to hear? 

I suppose I was too honest. 

And in today’s society, it’s all about rubbing the ego of another who already has what they want or better yet what they lack, a voice to say look, this is what it is!

Can you dig that? 

Or is it too deep? 

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