fall from his knuckle
Dehydrated
Wet
He breathes heavily
Confused
the man is in his office
Busting his balls
He's gotta eat the shit they feed him
Not because he wants to
Cause that's all he's got
Or else he'd starve to death
Drip
Drip
Drip
He can hear the drops fall
Air conditioning makes him cold
Heat makes him angry
He works hard to forget
To forget the bullshit
For hopefully one day
He can live comfortably
Without having to work
To finally catch a break
He can't feel the pain
His blood is rushing
101 degrees
His water is boiling
The very thing that makes him angry
Takes his anger away
Dripping wet
Sweat
It pours down his face and arms
His shirt is soaked
He's angry that his own anger
Makes him happy
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