Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Dam It Feels Good To Be A Gangster...

I think someone is secretly slipping me laxatives
Good thing we don't have taco's every night
Good thing today is quiet at work
Good thing I brought a magazine
OK Enough shit talk
I have a little choice to make
As ya'all might remember I need a new job
The uncertainty of the future is really buggin me
Then today after I dropped a bomb
I get a bomb dropped on me
Word in the bathroom has it that if you work here for 10+ years
I can take the benefit package with me wherever I go when I retire
That's 2 more years of Sucking it up
and when the time comes to collect a pension
I will have benefits
That's important
so is my sanity
I wish life came with a manual
I would be lookin for pg 32.

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