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when I describe my working life
of staying away all the time
some people think it’s glamorous
wishing “that life was mine”

foreign countries,
new hotels,
free food all the time
hot climes, beautiful vistas
but I wish this life wasn’t mine

hundreds of miles of tarmac each day
four in the morning starts
sharing a van with five other men
praying that nobody farts

McDonalds this
KFC that
fried breakfast every day
not to mention burger and chips
in the hotel at the end of the day

a couple of pints to wash it all down
after another fourteen hours
then off to bed in an alien place
after a quick shave and a shower