you have to quit a job
before you
have another job.
you just can't take it anymore.
the lack of respect,
the low pay,
the nature
of the mundane work.
you're
taking coal out of a mountain,
with your little spade.
you hate your boss.
your boss hates you.
you hate the cubicle
you sit in.
even the coffee is bad.
it's frownville.
you're a man on a sinking
ship, going down.
finally, you pick up
your things,
put on your coat,
steal a stapler and you're
gone.
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