You stepped up to the stars
On the backs of workers
Pissing in bottles,
Shitting in plastic bags.
You burned through human Resources,
As though they were rocket fuel.
We humans must be alien to you.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
RandomI'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I don't drive, so I can't buy a fancy car to fix it. I love my wife, so I can't have an affair with another woman. This book is part of my attem...
