Do You Have PPE For Self-Esteem?
Hand and Knees.
Scrubbing dirt from the mens room floor.
The automatic urinal flush comes on and I get sprayed in the face.
New thoughtful ways to degrade.
Wheezing and eyes glazed I bunk off in a fog of human residue to write poetry about how much I hate my job. "
Do you have PPE for self-esteem"?