On Strike On The Dock

On Strike On The Dock
 I didn’t have time today.
 I was shopping very late.
 People went on Strike.
 Run for your lives.
 Let's raid the grocery stores.
 They bought up all of the toilet paper.
 Let’s just panic.
 Wemight run out of ass wipes.
 O’ my.
 Just trying to survive.
 Raid the dollar store.
 At gunpoint, that's my toilet paper roll.
 This is madness.
 How long will this last?
 Everyone needs to chill out.
 I guess we ran out of paper towels too
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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May 19, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Everyone sure does need to chill out. You can say that again -- and again and again, Charles.
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