Death is a comfortable bed
Life is a field, or the floor
Death is 8 hours a day behind a counter
Life is 8 hours on a bus
Death is coffee and eggs
Life is warm water straight from the faucet
Death is a side of bacon
Life is a side of nothing
Death is "gettin' to that point where you make enough to get by"
Life is "going without"
Death is clean socks
Life is no socks
Death is easy
Life is fucking hard
Death is the path MOST traveled
Life is rarely traveled at all anymore
Death is "work here for a couple more years"
Life is under the table if at all
Death is a lease
Life is a couch for the night
Death is "sorry sir, it wont happen again"
Life is "Fuck you! Fuck this job! Fuck this town!"
Death is routine
Death is fucking routine
Death is rou-fucking-tine
Life is not knowing.
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