No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that's never free
Insanity.
ReplyDeleteBut who will do all the work?
ReplyDeleteOne of the reasons I took the offer for early retirement five years ago was that this was becoming evident then. At that time it was true that a straight white male shouldn't waste the time applying to a Fortune 500 company. It's worse now.
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