My Job Sucks
My Job, it sucks, it really sucks, it sucks as suck can be
I'm not joking when I say it sucks, I mean it literally.
I walk around a HUGE werehouse, with a vaccum pack on all day.
Sucking up every sq. inch of dust for very little pay.
6 bucks an hour, 8 hours a day, 4 or 5 days a week.
The constant sucking never stops and I am gonna freak!
From endcap to endcap, aisle to aisle, up the dust balls go.
And the little packs of silical gel, I WON'T EAT THEM, I KNOW!!!
My Job it sucks, both literally and not. My job is a huge bummer.
But I will thank God to this day, that it's only for the summer.
Warts
Four on three fingers, one on my thumb, and thats just my right hand.
And Loner Wart that is on my left. I'm as warty as warty I am.
They come and come they never leave, well ok, I'll make one exception.
That one that went a way last week, without a trace, nothing left for inspection.
I wash my hands, I put on salve, but nothing seems to work.
I'll clip them down so they aren't so big, They're annoying, the little jerks.
I haven't tried to freeze them yet, cuz I'm lazy and I'm slow.
How long am I gonna live with these warts? Someone tell me, I wanna know.
They're ugly, hideous, In your face, a turn off for girls I'm sure.
There's only one thing I hope will work, something I pray is a cure.
That crap called wartner, a home freezing kit, may be my only hope.
I might as well go out and buy it, or I'll forever sit here, and mope.
I hate warts, all through and through, they're like some kind of tumor.
I can't wait they are all gone, and believe me, that's no rumor.
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