Stress
Neverending stress
That’s life I guess
So I puff my chest
Head above the rest
Walk with purpose
I must do this
Do that
I can’t miss
The events I must be at
So I go
Lots of work
Deal with the jerks
The entire people network
But there’s some perks
At least I get it done
Responsibilities
Did you mean
My disabilities
But it’s a part of the routine
So whatever
Earn money
Yet I’m broke
Isn’t that funny
Like a bad joke
A really, really bad joke…
So hey if you relate
Know you’ll be okay
There’s a lot on your plate
But you’ll make it another day
We got this
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