Work

I pick things up, I put them down
I look around,
And pick up more

All I do is lift up boxes
My job is such a bore

Sweat drips from my brow,
My hands are covered in cuts,
No one seems to know what goes down,
When you work for Toys R Us...

Strangers ask me for my help.
I say "Yes" but mean "GO AWAY"
Because no matter how hard I try
For them, things will never be okay

I sit there in that prison, working countless hours a day
Thinking "I hate my job..." and that working here is really gay

The only comfort I find
Is when I take my break!
But my manager still harasses me...
She's making a huge mistake!

She yells at me on my break
I say "I'll take care of it real fast :)"
And I'll say it with a smile
When I want to say "Kiss my ASS!"

They asked me to clean the bathroom!?
I change my mind, Hell no!
Because correct me if I'm wrong?
But the floor is not where the shit goes... -_-

so I try to sneak back onto the floor
But I'm attacked by another guest =/
All I hear is "Do you work here?"
And then automatically ignore the rest

I pick things up, I put them down
Feeling depressed... All I can do is frown
Complain with my co-workers, I know I'm not alone
Counting the hours, until we can finally go home

Why? Might you ask, do I choose to suffer all day
The answer is quite simple, I got many bills to pay
All these toys around me, but I'll never be able to play
Surrounded by these idiots, that never go away

I run around the store
Annoyed, I want to be alone
Trying to hide from our "Guest"
While having to deal with the fucking phone

I wish it all would stop
That walking into work wouldn't be so hard
But all that seems impossible
When you work to please retards...

I pick things up, I put them down
For strength and patience I will pray
Roaming around, hiding from the crowd
Trying to make it through the day

©Copyright/ Alex Colón