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. I can’t sleep in the day.
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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