God sakes I am so close to just quitting my job in disgust. I'm just sick and tired of all these bullshit complaints from customers who decide to rail at ME for not having the fish thats on sale that week for sale (even though its simply because we haven't gotten any from the warehouse), and last time I checked it's not me driving the truck. Add in a fascist temp store manager hankering for a promotion by being a jerk to everyone below (witha name that sounds like Holga or soemthing...I couldn't even PA him properly today because of his stupid name), the absolute mind numbing boredom I get when working, and the fact that I'm sick of people scrunching their noses at me or walking away because I smell of fish, and its almost time for me to say adios. I'm not sure which one is worse, the lack of intellectual stimulation or the alienation I experience because of the way I smell from work. I mean, what am I, some kind of fucking leper?! Only one thought comforts me, and that is, some day, when these people who alienate me are prone on the ground, gasping their last breath, lonely and unloved, I may be present to kick mud on their face.
I guess that's a bit harsh, and I don't really mean it, but this job is really starting to get unbearable you know? The only good thing about work besides the income is that i get to think and compose while suffering through such excruciating monotony, but that is something I could do in the comfort of my own home. And I'm sure I can find another job less boring. I'm really only there to help out my friend Mark. I'm probably just having a momentary fit of anger, but I know for a fact that I've been working the same job too long. Anyway, enough with the bitching, here's a poem I composed today (untitled for the moment)
Hurtful words that end in tears
Crashing sound as you slam the door
Once again we spurn our love
While my empty heart hits the floor
Another day I run to your arms
Familiar refrain of repeated sorrow
Brief respite in lovers joy
Knowing you'll be in tears on the morrow
Glass hearts in foreign hands
Destined souls fumbling in the dark
Reaching through briar and thorn
Seeking out our love forlorn
Into another's arms we flee unto
But never forgetting the joy in our hurt
Habitual regret we tentatively call
United again you cling to my shirt
Clash and conflict hedgehog's dilemma
My Montague to your Capulet
Pain to despair we close our hearts
To walk away, Love's final regret
Glass hearts in foreign hands
Destined souls fumbling in the dark
Reaching through briar and thorn
Seeking out our love forlorn
- Jason H
Can anyone guess what this poem is about?
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