CRAP NIGHT JOB
I was on the dole for a
year plus when they gave me a job, a crap one on nights doing peace work. Get
paid for what I did, I fell asleep on my first night. How boring! Got fired on
the spot back on the dole, what joy. Got a bollocking at the joke shop due to
falling asleep, well you never listened to me would you, you cunts. So I do my
poem for you, how crap you all are. Buy my book and read about yourself. I
suppose you’ll give me a crap job on days moving boxes from A-B but I don’t
give a fuck, it’ll pay for my vodka and tattoos. And I’ll tell the lads of this
poem for my crap night job and the cunts at the joke shop!
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