jobs
i don't want to do.
they're red flags flying
all over the place.
i don't
like the people.
i don't like their dog,
their house
is too large,
or too small.
the crying baby is loud.
the drive is in the middle
of town.
impossible to get
to.
the alley parking.
five different shades
of paints.
cheap wallpaper
they want expertly
hung.
ceilings
and gables.
ladder work.
no parking.
nothing to make
it fun.
but it's work.
so what the hell
i'll get the job done.
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