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A Job to Die For?

Chasing the tails of the thoughts round my head

Sweat tattered hair in a dream addled bed

Fingers in ears humming fret threads away

Palpitations, breath racing, oh yey! a new day.

 

Stripped of control, coping gold leaf thin

Tootling off round the nice tight bend

Game face is melting, watch out for the cracks

Fought life for this me and I want it back!

 

Disbelief, fury and tiredness by turns

Is there no bloody end to the grinding churn

Good days mistrusted then bad days withstood

Willfully, nastily, misunderstood

 

How much is enough? Burned body or mind?

Institutionalised daftness and soft focus lies

Good human nature - you daft trusting cow

Time for the brakes? I'd say just about now.

 

Too risky to leave? Too risky to stay!

Words my headstone will NOT say;

She stood by the job while it used her all up

A faithful old workhorse, goodbye and bad luck.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some of you might have read my last pissed offering on this subject and no I haven't told them where to stick the job yet,  but working HARD on creating an opportunity to do so.  Next one might be on the mental anatomy of a workplace sociopath.  Current boss is deffo a case study for that!

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