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[aid] => mick
[title] => In the Kitchen
[time] => 2004-05-02 13:43:56
[hometext] => Good to release this!!!
[bodytext] => How sad I have to slave away, on this lovely sunny day, just to earn a dime, slow seems to go the time, my hands soaked with slime, trying to scrape away the grime. Room is humid, can't take the stench, feel like walking out the door. Murky water in the sink, my hand underneath trying to pull the plug Clogged with lettuce, chicken too, leftovers from the slaughtered stew. Catch my reflection in a glass, sweating/smiling-whats with this mask? How degrading, what I'm made to do, I feel like the dirt underneath my fingernails. In front of me, another like me, except with a filthy, exasperating manor. Quiet saddening, spiteful snob. Do you know how hard I find this job?? Here comes the chef, with the broom, thank God this day is over soon! He can tread on me as much as he wants in the kitchen is a very different place to the outside world. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => broken-glass [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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