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Inkwelt's Canvas Corner

September 26, 2019 2:13 pm

Cents Hi! Welcome to the job I thought God blessed me with But all it left me with... View MoreCents Hi! Welcome to the job I thought God blessed me with But all it left me with Was broken friendships Aching body; a hatred for mankind I’m not even good at this- I love you people, but you find a way To make me hate you, on a daily basis No sir I don’t remember your usual, I can’t even remember if I ate breakfast this morning No I probably didn’t, I woke too late because I was still tired From last night’s shift Did you say no cheese-or was it pickles? Forgive me sir, you see looking out the window It makes my mind drift Wondering how it would be, to be anywhere but here I’m sorry sir, here’s your total lemme cloak out here You see my shift is over and I have class after this Let’s just hope my manager actually lets me get That meal The only energy that I’ll get today Why did I get this job anyway? I can’t remember. Have a nice day! Hello there, don’t mind me As you run past in the hallway I know I’ve been here at this copier An awful long while You see this work is for a friend and If all you could spare is a smile As you move past, just to let me know That I’m not a stranger and I’m not too odd You know the thing I had to do before Was the absolute worst I’m glad it didn’t last Tablet after tablet of operating systems Done for class after class Tedium and boredom hand in hand but I told myself It’s better than nothing. Something in my pocket and no annoying people This is almost bliss. It might not last forever but I’m sure I’ll miss Being here...this is my last week, I’ll see you never again. Why am I talking to you again? Have a nice day. Hello there! No I know you don’t know me. How’s the wait today? Not too bad? I appreciate that. Anxiety makes this harder, and the smell of iodine Makes my heart race. This is a clinic Not for the sick but for the poor. No one’s here because they want to be After all, how could they? Who would willingly set themselves down in that chair? Goosebumps on their skin from the chill in the air It’s like a freezer-for bodies not dead As if the needle in our arm for half an hour wasn’t already bad I wish I didn’t have to be here but you see This is all I got How can I get money elsewhere when my mind is shot? You see depression Now rules my thoughts. My families that loved me I found they really don’t love me so My heart can’t really find any place to go. If they don’t want me, what business does What corporation, what elite vocation What place wants this body, these clothes, this hair Do you have an application online? Yes thanks, I’ll go there I’ll check back in a week, will you call me at home- Oh my goodness-I’m sorry-it’s finally my turn? What’s this you say? I can’t pass the screening? My pulse is too high-well yeah my heart’s beating But it’s beating too hard, too stressed, too fast I should have known...this source of money too wouldn’t last… Thank you, I’m sorry, I wasted your time… But if I could be honest? I never wanna see this line Inside the door of the donation center. I’m happy this happened. I feel like a whore I’m selling my body To make some change To please a family That won’t accept me anyway Why am I trying… Have a nice day. Hello students! I’m a student too. Just a few years further And a level up-but this could be you! All it takes is Sixty credit hours, orientation, dedication And you can finally get a job with some validation And even if not, the hours are flexible This is where I think I’m meant to be. You all drive me nuts-it’s a match made in heaven Look at all this potential-surely I Am meant to be here. All of these stories, and I’m your editor Just a few short years, and this will be gone And I’ll be here for real. Four short long years, I know my friends don’t see the appeal But I know this is my place Yes there’s homework this weekend No I don’t know my race Call me Cain-no not Jay Makes me feel old-but that’s okay For once in my life, I finally feel Like I’m making a difference Yes little troublemakers, don’t you worry You’ll see me around I’ll be a real teacher soon Shootings and faculty keep me wound But you are my loves I’m finally glad to say Please...have a nice day.

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