Quitting Gatwick
im exhausted, real fucking tired,
i hate this job too much to wait till i get fired,
ive had enough,
of been fed up with constantly feeling rough.
too many hours stolen from my life,
fatigue cutting into my soul like a butchers knife.
the airport, the place where i went,
now i gotta transfer my thoughts to paper and get my resignation letter sent,
cos i need to live,
my time on this planet is too precious to me to give,
to this place,
that puts a constant grimace on my face.
i work then i sleep,
never long enough to drift deep,
into the mystery of my mind,
a chance for my soul to fully unwind.
I wanted a change and thought fuck it, why not try it,
but this job is fucking with my health, my mind and my diet,
so i must depart,
make a new start,
find a job that allows me the pleasure,
of at least a few hours a week of leisure.
whats for sure,
is that yesterday was the last time that I walked out their door,
cos my only feeling for the job is hate,
i dont give a fuck about the annual pay rate,
as I know,
that I need to do something which allows me to grow,
as a man, as a employee,
maybe a postion based a little closer to the sea……
(aug 04)
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