All Nighters

All Nighters

Eyes hurting and bloodshot

no sleep, high on caffeine,

still get up and rush to the meetings

feet shouting at me

blisters already forming

Doesn't matter, you have to sell

Then I enter on time,

but there's a surprise

misnomers and grammar errors,

thanks but no thanks.

Luckily I can recover personally

but the shame still lingers

I drank the kool-aid as much as the next

but I vomited it back up in an apology,

somehow he still wants to talk to me

I leave with a smile but inside frowning,

I can only count on a few,

but you only need three friends to take over a country.