Nobody Will Hire Me
Today is unfinished business.
Spin the bottle for a kiss.
What will happen if you eat expired peanut butter?
The rusty can of corn tasted like metal.
Like a dead flower with a fallen petal.
I hope I don't get lock jaw.
This place of poverty no one saw.
Get me out of here now.
A job would be a way how.
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