Goin Postal
let me introduce myself and where im from
my name is mc hearing aid and im a big huge bum
bummy, moochy ,lazy ,slacker , unmotivated
nudisiplined, unruly, and undereducated
unemployed and unreliably
under achiever under qualified, and thats undenible
but minimum wage yeah thats for suckers
id rather live under the bridge again , man boff these slugger buffers
over worked and under paid youd think thats torture enough
the boss still has the nerve to nag about ridiculous stuff
why are you in turtle mode, this is work not fun
i said shut up before i go columbine kid mode and bring in a gun.
pretend this is a video game , play mars attacks with everyone
they said go home you need some rest, but you can bet
the next day they tried to press charges for making a terroristic threat
it was before 911 that i did this crime
i guess im just a visionary , ahead of my time
the boys im blue were there to cuff me when the shop reopened
but a red light in my minds third eye stopped me from getting broken
i was 3 hours late for work that day u want to know why
because i was hi, because i was high, because i was high
the police got bored and left, i didnt have to go to jail
can you believe they fired me over this minor detail
Copyright © Donald Brosneck | Year Posted 2007
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