Dont Quit Your Job - Poem

We would show you no pity,
No Sorrow.
Quit your job now,
Regret it tommorow.
Struggle with no help,
Nothing to eat.
It starts out,
You smelling like feet.
It gets worse,
You feel like,
Your lifes a curse,
Then your forehead burns,
Like its about to brust.
Borrow as much money,
As you can get,
All those you meet,
Will soon forget,
Not to care.
Your facial hair,
Turns into you pupic hair,
People are unaware.
Your homeless,
Your poor...
Now people notice you,
Working at a grocery store....