'That will be £81.68'
i hate this job,
i only get paid £3.59 hourly rate

day after day i scan items through the till,
the queues always moving
its never still

I need to work to help with the rent,
i work all the hours heaven has sent

I will move on to better things,
at least i hope i will,
thinking about working in a supermarket all my life
doesnt give me much of a thrill,

but hey someones got to pay the
bills!!

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