Poetry

Meat Factory

I got hired by a meat factory
Now I slice meat thin
I mentally check out
When I punch in

So many pills I take kuz this job sucks
I got fucked up
And I cut my hand off
On accident

Now my arm is only a fraction of it
I’m gonna quit
I can’t sue kuz I got drug tested
Goddamn. Now I’m at home
With one hand resting

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