Grim Reaper’s Dildo

Spent my days and nights slaving to the jig of another. Today, with bitter disappointment, the work done during the brutal hours was lost. Lost, not in deletion, but lost in disregard. A person seeming so willing to listen has done a 180 and now faces his ass towards me. Fuck you my man for the reaper will have his way.

The anger still boils through me in a pulsing glow of damnation. I feel the beat within these very finger tips in which I type. 2K more in savings and I can safely grab a life boat and disembark from this “pleasure” cruise.

It is a sad day when for months no one can get something to work and upon discovering a solution, slaving away at it and having it pushed to the side is just wrong. Swallow that pride you fat fucker or better yet die of stroke this evening.

So the week comes to a halt with the sound of horns blazing and tires screeching. Why am I here? Why did I accept? Money does go a long way. Please let me obtain the job in Dallas and be done with this shit whole city and the pithily little fucking companies. How the city longs for a dildo factor for it will never go out of business.