This poem narrates working at a job that the narrator hates so much that it feels like hell. Enjoy.


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Hell

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The eight-minute walk,

Hustling through the street,

Misery has chosen its sacrifice,

The cash return hostage.

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4 to 10,

Only 6 hours,

Feels like an eternity,

As I stand for endless punishment.

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Belongings locked away,

The temporary admittance,

Once I leave,

God will then set them free.

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Bagging and scanning,

No, the milk isn't on sale,

Flick, Flick, Flick,

The switch regularly hunts fresh blood,

While customers never feel happy.

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The demons make false claims,

Here I am, stuck behind the cage,

Prisoners run the system,

I'm Checking the time –

Only two hours have died.

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Finally, punching out without hesitation,

I tread the 8 minutes back to temporary Heaven,

Waking up to a new modern-day,

My nightmare has begun again.