was always the worst job.
the one with
the lowest pay,
the one where you bent
over backwards
to get things done
to please the boss.
waiting tables,
mowing lawns,
painting house,
washing cars, or
sweeping floors. but
it was a job.
minimum wage.
a few bucks trimmed
down by taxes and fica
and whatever the hell
else there was.
you didn't go on strike,
you didn't protest
about the hours, about breaks,
the hardships of it all.
the indignity of it all.
no, you kept quiet
and worked and was
grateful for your pay
at the end of two weeks.
and you saved.
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