When It comes down to It everyone and everything becomes expendable,

Are we even worth the work that we do, we can value ourselves but do they.

There’s a number on your paycheck, a number to a bank account, what are you,?

The value of a man once was judged on his work and his character, what happened.?

First they say no hard feelings ,words spoken from black hearts, I thought friends,

My mistake being that there Is a difference between family, friends, and work.

Lessons that should have been learned many years ago but trust has hurt again,

No hard feelings are said as they turn their ugly heads, we are family, no chance Indeed.

Friends, family, or trust, Sometimes I’m not sure what that Is, whom will turn their backs,

Hear me as I say I work for a place, Armstrong Garden Center’s In Southern California

Where the evil lies within, a bad, unethical, Unprofessional, Immoral, cowardly liar of

A manager Named Mike Wigler hides In a Monrovia store backstabbing all there.

A man whom would throw his mother and wife under the bus to save himself.

A man who Would sing songs on the radio to stress me out when he knows of my

panic disorder, he would sing about my tragedies In life, I’m the witness because

At work no one seems to remember at this moment, I’m not like him thank god.

I am very angry, I am Keith Garrett and I have spoken.