My Ugly Work and I

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Loaded stuff glued me here Cannot move to another hill My tongue is so thirsty for beer But I need to finish the drill One mundane December, no time to chew The bittersweet taste of barbecue Delightful portrait out of view Sorry my dear, again, I can't be with you I can't make it to the last possible ride I'm not okay, yearly, part of me dies The hardest part to realize When I am no better than ice I've asked the ruler of the sky Why during this special day, I can't eat the sweetest pie Why such dry fate won't say goodbye The ugly story of my work and I December 23, 2017 I remembered writing this poem because I need to work till the 24th of December then (2017)... This is how busy December days for me but I think this year I can go home early... Today the 21st, they will send us home and gives the bonus that we deserves...