captains of war and industry are having such a blast
the seniors are all half-cut and dreaming of the past
the noobs have nearly fooled themselves they’d got the system beat
and me, as bloody usual, I’m rushed right off my feet
it’s not for want of trying that I am in this bind
for all I’ve searched and striven no surcease could I find
it’s time, oh yes it’s time, I say, someone gave me a break
when the lives were handed out they made a big mistake
I was always meant to be a man of taste and wit
instead I’m earning peanuts and shovelling the shit

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  1. abikertoo

     /  October 27, 2012

    Tew mennee peeps kud kwayulaefai foar diyus, izza prawblynk dayut kneeydz tew bee sawlbbd seumhaow, ebbree wun weurkk reeyul hawaerd ayut iyut adn wee kudd fyggr iyut awl aout kuzz wee habs tew dew sumpyn ‘baout iyut!!

  2. damommza

     /  October 27, 2012

    Love the poem, especially the ending. It reminds me of the people in the circus who walk behind the horses and elephants, tidying up! 😀


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