vincent armone - Part 1

Drive past a kennel, Yet I feel like a dog
pull into a parking space, in front of a building of daily doom
to know hate is to work with it
the boss pissed
the peons pissed
the office a pile of angry, nastyness
no longer pride in what you do
more concerned with the other who
so you stew, and simmer
and basicly come off like you hate the whole fucking world
Driving past a kennel every morning
and we call them dumb animals

vincent armone

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