March 29

My cell phone booms with some tune
Through my tomb of a room
I assume it's almost noon
I hit snooze.
Five minutes pass, then it blasts
another track.
I get up off my ass,
sufferin the wrath of the sandman.
I twist a bungie round the hips
and wish the miss was here to kiss.
I'm feelin sick a little bit
was it a McChick Sandwhich?
Day and night I work
makin sure pizza pies don't burn.
Kyle this jerk, compares my worth
to that of dried up sperm.
I watch the clock til I'm off.
"Oh, thank God" are my thoughts.
then on to Jake's for a shot
then I'm out for the count.
What I've learned for the day,
be careful how much I drank
lightweights always pay,
they pray to the septic tank