When She Doesn’t Approve Of Your Job

Work was hard to come by

So I became an exorcist.

Alas, this happy story

Comes with a bitter twist:

I sent unwanted spirits

From this world and set them free,

But my girl, who died in high school,

Called me rude and ghosted me.

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