I might actually hate it.
Maybe not pedophiles hate
but I really do hate it.
Is there a metaphor for it?
it is a beehive
it is a think tank for
underachievers
it is like one of those
boxes
with the maze
and the little ball
that you tilt different ways to get from the “start” to the “end”,
It only has two exits
It feels trapped
this is significant.
It roars –
in varying degrees,
volumes, intensities
All day long
It is lonely in the midst of thousands of
people.
It is very very lonely.
And my feet hurt.
A lot.
It is like going into Walmart
putting a banana in your
cart
then a fishing lure,
over and over and over for
10 hours
246 isles
6 sections
3 floors.
It is all for the money.
Damn money.
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