I Quit

I just got off work (I wash dishes) and this is how I felt about it!!

Steam blowing fiercly
fire under toes.
Heartbeat audibly pounding.
Blood in my nose.
Endless porcelain cylinders
Thousands of silver tools.
One loud boss
slave driving like we're mules.
Sharp pain in my back
annoying rumbles in my gut.
A terrible cramp creeps 'round.
Hurting my thigh and my butt.
I take a break
to quench my thirst.
But to my boss
nothing could be worse.
With her loud scream
and my quiet moan
her harsh words
to me are stone.
Every new hour
and every new day
this job makes me sadder
Why? No se'
It's my endeavor
to maintain my wit.
I hate to have to leave.
But Dammit I Quit.