napowrimo post 17 (a day late, no computer yesterday)
I can't stand it!
the mundane life
no money no adventure to be had
has become strife
I need to be out in the world I'm going mad
Customer after customer
coupons, price check, plastic bags that stick together with static electricity
forever a slave to the consumer
a soul engrossed with retail toxicity
always working never earning
money comes money goes, why can it never stay
trapped inside taunted with sunshine filled with that yearning
to leave this dream stomping penitentiary and be whisked away
H.
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