my crappy job

Trapped. A rat in a maze a tiger in a cage every cliché he could think of he was trapped at this hell hole they called a job. He couldn’t stand the damn manager it seemed as if he was always on his case he couldn’t catch a break for anything. If he was late or doing something kind of wrong even if he was doing nothing at all the manager would hop all over his case and launch into what his cliché ass speech about how he was hurting “the team” by whatever he was doing at the moment. This deush bag ass nigga better get the hell out my face with this bullshit is what he would think every time he was being lectured. One day he would snap and go coco cucu bananas on this prick and beat the cant help it out his ass. But for now he’d sit here and listen to his bull. These deush bag ass customers didn’t help either he wanted to give them all the dirty bird. The only thing that kept him going was A) the need for the money to pay for his rent, needs and wants and B) his co workers. Well what do you know its time to get off work and blaze