Re-Thinking the Grind: A Poem

I’m starting to re-think
this whole work situation.

My body’s screaming
from yesterday—
I know I said I’m used to it,
but that doesn’t mean
I want to be basically beaten
for a paycheck.

I pulled up my schedule
then slammed it shut.
Can’t even look at it.
Can’t even think about going back.

It’s love/hate—
this job and me.
And right now?
It’s mostly hate.

I should’ve started TikTok
during COVID,
or listened to my friend
when he joked
about selling feet pics
(not really... but also, kinda).

People out here
selling bathwater,
dancing on apps,
making millions—
and I’m breaking my back
just to live paycheck to paycheck
in a world
that never let the working class
get rich. 🤡

There was this guy,
worked at the local pizzeria
when I worked nights at the club—
he said I should start
a webcam channel.
Showed me girls he knows,
their page,
said I could just talk
about random shit
and people would pay
just to chat.
Nothing dirty,
just talk.

I laughed.
But now?
It’s starting to look
like the smartest idea
I never took seriously.

(jk…)

But honestly—
I need to find
something
that won’t
break me.
Long-term.
Emotionally.
Physically.
Completely. 🥹