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Have a Nice Day

cursing and swearing with a mouthful of burnt toast I put my foot to the floor but it's no use it's raining both headlights are brocken an indicators missing and the wipers don't work "START DAMN IT, START", I scream turning the key dressed in my cleanest dirty shirt ketchup on the sleeve old faded green tie and a freshly wrinkled pair of pants I see Mr Rogers sitting on the front porch all the buttons on his shirt are missing exposing his fat belly and ripped shorts he smokes a cigarette and yells at the kids who run about the yard screaming I keep turning the key but it's no use I'm late for work I've spent five years working for the company long hours, migraine headaches, stomach ulcers no shift allowance or medical coverage and now this short-term contracts and a cut in pay suddenly the engine starts I back onto the street and slowly drive away Mr Rogers stands up scratches his crotch then gives me the finger and yells "Have a Nice Day" *penned by Scarecrow Joe

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