The Kitchen

I chose to live and grow in front of the kitchen. not inside. the place in where full with a dirty side. Look a the face of the kitchen, that there were a wild animal came and ran towards. they lick, they bite, and kill. I tried to run away before coming. but i couldn't. i have to face them as always.
I wrote a mail inside my head, and imagine that would be a good idea if i posted it to the office. but again, i couldn't. i have a thousand words of complaint, a hunded words of hatred, and tenth of anger. The wild animal changes their mood easily. they became a tame and gave a compliment to the victim, and hide behind their own uniform. "i'm a boss" they said.. they are still 'licking' even the tongue is cut.
sometimes i think to give up, yet i can't. coz i have to wait until the next 5 months to claim. then i will be free.
so i'm just hanging out there and give the F words, hold the middle finger up coz i hate this situation in this kitchen. they're just lust and hungry and thirsty coz they never eat their own food after cooking...