I really really despise

my job

But the guy can’t live without me

and he’s only getting worse.

Once I could write a lot at work

because he was tired and quiet

but now he’s hollering like a monkey

I can hardly stand it.

His illness have suddenly produced lungs!

But I can’t complain

it’s literally impossible.

Because I don’t work at a factory,

I don’t work at an office

I don’t have a manager breathing down my neck

I got nothing of that

But he chokes on everything he eats

I couldn’t care less

I’ve worked there for too long