When power goes to a foolish person in charge!
No center piece with a cherry in the middle
Every one of them seems to taste the same
Belch and you get an artistic sensation
Insanity plays the normal, fishing up stream
Your boss has a boss and his boss as well
Ya got a high paying job so what's the problem
Besides that you were granted abomonation
The super brings private issues to work
Treating those beneath like trailer trash
All they have is a nine to five and a clipboard
Making forever enemies along the way
One should hope when they ask for a glass of water
The person in charge doesn't give them a thimble full
What you've sown shall be your just dessert
I wouldn't wish ya urine if your guts were on fire!
All this came about as bitterness was in charge
Her disposition changes like farts in the wind
Making Monday mornings hellish two times hotter
You can tell she never had respect for her father
Strutting around like a cock fight about to happen
Calling the shots pointing fingers one up her behind
No respect for the elderly as if she'll never grow old
Time will allow her to think in the worse nursing home
Hey stupid, it's simply a job so why ya playing god?
Your lover is pullingl strings, they have your number
With someone you desire while they could care less
You've got the figure of a candy yam in a dress
Your aim in life should be to reach the age of silver
Found to be worth more than the price of refined gold
Instead you prance around proud and arrogant
The pace you set is the plate you'll have to feed.
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr.
All rights reserved by author 2013
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-01-28 at 20:29
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SHE'S A RUDE SO AND SO
In a crazy house full of nutty chocolatesNo center piece with a cherry in the middle
Every one of them seems to taste the same
Belch and you get an artistic sensation
Insanity plays the normal, fishing up stream
Your boss has a boss and his boss as well
Ya got a high paying job so what's the problem
Besides that you were granted abomonation
The super brings private issues to work
Treating those beneath like trailer trash
All they have is a nine to five and a clipboard
Making forever enemies along the way
One should hope when they ask for a glass of water
The person in charge doesn't give them a thimble full
What you've sown shall be your just dessert
I wouldn't wish ya urine if your guts were on fire!
All this came about as bitterness was in charge
Her disposition changes like farts in the wind
Making Monday mornings hellish two times hotter
You can tell she never had respect for her father
Strutting around like a cock fight about to happen
Calling the shots pointing fingers one up her behind
No respect for the elderly as if she'll never grow old
Time will allow her to think in the worse nursing home
Hey stupid, it's simply a job so why ya playing god?
Your lover is pullingl strings, they have your number
With someone you desire while they could care less
You've got the figure of a candy yam in a dress
Your aim in life should be to reach the age of silver
Found to be worth more than the price of refined gold
Instead you prance around proud and arrogant
The pace you set is the plate you'll have to feed.
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr.
All rights reserved by author 2013
Poetry by France England
Read 516 times
Written on 2013-01-28 at 20:29
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