Sewage Waste

Sewage Waste

A Poem by tynamite

We move up the ladder
And more tape goes upon is
We know what the rules are
But they more apply to us

They say we are free
They say we can make our choices
They don't understand our situation
What do they know about us?

I walk in the room
They pretend they don't know who I am
People are talking garbage
Someone needs to talk some sense

© 2019 tynamite

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I got this manager, he's this bald British dude. Long story short he's really gay and probably rubs his head with coconut oil before shoving a finger in his a*s before he goes to sleep every night. He accosted a dude at my work for drinking coffee. My question is, why do British losers come to Japan and play God? My guess is they are running out of "proper British birds" to canoozle their doodle. Jokes on them because I score the birds.

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Added on January 3, 2019
Last Updated on January 3, 2019
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Birmingham, England, United Kingdom

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