Tag: Jobs
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Venting
A Metaphor I want meat, not brothTo feel like some wasteful sloth;To taste the grizzle of each new day,Gnashing between my teeth.I want the spice of life to take,Not just the crumbs thrown down to meOn the cold, hard floor.I’m tired of taking the scrapsThat happen to fall at my feet,But, can’t yet grasp the…