On his day off,
He gets a call to
Come in to work though
He was just there
Seven hours ago.
Last week he was
On his way to start
His shift and they told him
It was too slow,
Go back home.
Jobs are few and
Far between here,
There are mouths
To be fed and
Dreams to put on hold.
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