Personal HellA Poem by Voltaire Mephisto (aka Villain)This is a poem about my wonderful job in the pharmacy field.Mom and Dad thought I'd never reach this position. Now I'm in the pharmacy working as a technician. It's a career that requires a lot of endurance, Especially when people b***h about their insurance. But when everything's cool and smoothly runs through Sick people are quick to bow and say "God bless you." I'm thinking, "Whatever, I'm just doing my job. Now go away, you smell like a slob." I work 8 to 8, twelve hour shifts. All day long I assemble controled "gifts" Prescribed to addicts who claim they're in pain. In reality they're just mentally insane. The ironic thing is these people never get well. I just think they're here to fuel my personal hell. © 2008 Voltaire Mephisto (aka Villain)Reviews
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5 Reviews Added on April 6, 2008 Last Updated on April 6, 2008 AuthorVoltaire Mephisto (aka Villain)Middletown, DEAboutNAME: Voltaire Mephistopheles ALIAS: Supervillain X BIRTHPLACE: Unknown DOB: Unknown HEIGHT: 6'3" BLOOD TYPE: Sugar FAVORITE SAYING: "Ugliness isn't anything clown makeup can't fix." BIO: Known origin.. more..Writing
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