Hectic life on Minimum Wage
by Basil-tofu
Five a.m., get there fast;
Gotta get up, the sun wont last.
Days too short, nights not long,
My whole existence, can't say it's wrong.
The days are tiring, my feet are sore
My back's all stiff, but I've got to do more.
The steamy air burns up my face
I've got to do good- my life's a race.
Back at home, the lights won't work
The floor's a mess, the water's murk.
I try to clean up, but it ain't no use.
This stuff's too old- my life's refuse.
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