Get a Real Job

Get a Real Job

A Poem by Nikki Anarchy

My mother said to me when I was just 3, Son you'll grow up and have all that you'll need, but by 16 I knew she contradicted me, the bank safes don't have much for safety beams. And they tell me, clean up your act and get a real job, there's only so many stores you can rob, don't play the game or you'll start a lynch mob, just clean up your act and get a real job. I have no money and nothing for friends, so I just steal what I can from one night stands, I beat around the bush, jobs are for a******s, I'll never get a real job so suck my a*****e.

© 2018 Nikki Anarchy


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Added on January 28, 2018
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