I wage slave for no man any more, to that chapter of my life I've slammed that door

You arrogant lazy pricks can kindly fuck right off and suck my dick

Cause I'll not be your whipping boy, my mind body and life are not yours to destroy

Gods! I'm once again free! I feel so unburdened, almost bereft of gravity

Though I'll miss the job and the sea, I'd only go back to make you fuckers bleed

I legitimately despise my colleagues so if you'd please, go die in a house fire, and I mean that sincerely

The work is so easy! How are you all that bad? How do you function in life? Your intelligence is honestly quite sad

I JUST FUCKING LOVE getting lectured about the merits of thievery from a handful of Ukrainian refugees, and who's bright idea was it to stick all the rich, bourgeoisie traitors and deserters with me? The honorable wounded warrior who would still give his life for his backstabbing country. Every day was a struggle not to have them "get lost at sea".

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That's to say nothing of the sheer arrogance always on display, you twats have the nerve to complain about your federally subsidized pay!?!

"We thought Canada was a rich country, why is rent so expensive?" Asked the literal job-stealing refugees who outnumber Canadian workers 4-1.

I could go on, but I haven't that long. I could write novels about my idiot subordinate marvels. I should amend, it's not with the collective populous of Eastern Europe that I contend.

It is with six individuals that I have beef, six traitorous arrogant morons undeserving of teeth. They are the worst of the worst, it beggars belief.

They are fighting-age men who speak proudly of leaving their families and friends destitute in a warzone, with no intent of going back.

They joke and smoke and brag about what they stole when they abandoned their country and duty, these vermin deserve not one inch of slack.

I digress from that tangent, my rage is still fresh. From each of those bastards, I'm owed pounds of flesh.

But I will settle for never seeing them again, unless they're shot dead or skewered down length of my blade.

Because my time with them and the job is now in the past, I'm already moving forward and moving fast.

Months of longing and hatred all pent up inside, I'm burning like a rocket, I'm all set to fly.

I've got my fuel, I've rekindled my fire, now all that remains is to manifest my desire.