A POEM - SUCK IT UP, BABY!

SUCK IT UP, BABY!
She walked in the door
All frowns and sighs.
“I hate my job,” she said.
“you’ve hated every job
You’ve ever had,” I replied.
“I know, I know. Maybe I
Just wasn’t cut out to work.”
“maybe not, but you weren’t
Cut out to live on the streets
And go hungry, either.”
“I know. So what should I do?”
“what we all do, baby. Suck
It up and wait for death.”