My Most Unfortunate Job Selling Lsd

I’m excited, I got a job I now work for Bob Bob’s Gob Shop They asked me to stand outside and sell These white packets, of what I cannot tell But I was shifting the goods a hundred an hour I felt alive excited and empowered Mothers and fathers were buying off me And giving their kids, who named the stuff LSD I didn’t hear it clearly at first, Until I was arrested and that’s when I feared the worst The police took me to their van God only knows I tried to run and then… Man, I got the tasered, And did a twenty-five second bad imitation of Bob Marley crossed with Jo Fraser They called me a dope peddler An addict enforcing meddler The cops tasered me again and beat me up Then left me laying in a pile, yelping like a helpless pup Then took me to a room with a table that had a pile of white powder, And three inch black sticks they called hash, my mouth went sour. They questioned me further demanding who was my supplier As they kept me dancing at the end of the taser wire I screamed Bob and Bob of the Gob Shop They stopped and said this must be their under cover job Just then the chief of police walked in He looked at me with that we gotcha grin He took a bit of the white powder and put it on the tip of his tongue Then with s surprised look as if he got stung The chief of police quickly picked me up dusted me off and apologised He said “Don’t worry sir, I’ll punish these guys” One policemen said “But sir his a drug dealler, selling LSD?” “How could you be willing to set him free” The Chief shouted “YES THIS IS LSD, NOW READ MY LIPS” “LIQUORICE SHERBET DIPS” Well as a consolation, I got a house and a car out of them, Never went back to that job again.