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Poetry

I Hate My Job -Part I-
11-20-98

Being a waitress
is at
the tenth level of hell.

Eggs over-easy,
over-sleazy,
medium-well,
Fuck You!

Brush up on your fake smiles, girls.
It's time for lunch.



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