Ahhh, finally away from that booger eater!
And now I’m fly­ing so free!
I can see every­thing!
There’s no stop­ping me!

The trees look so amaz­ing!
I’m higher than the birds!
The way the park looks from here,
there isn’t enough words!

Ever since I could float,
I dreamed of going this high!
And here I am going up, up, up,
in this never end­ing sky!

What mys­ter­ies are there to behold?
What won­der­ful things await me?
I swear, I feel like I could burst,
and my skin is as tight as can be!

The clou

Can’t believe it’s another year,
at this hor­ri­ble com­pany.
Only rea­son I am here,
is to sup­port my family.

“But hey, look on the bright side,
You have some job secu­rity.
Oth­ers are hav­ing a rougher ride,
in this economy.”

Such words and thoughts once aided,
this tired man to feel alright.
But lately I’ve grown jaded,
and it’s hard to sleep at night.

Damn, why didn’t I go to col­lege,
after fin­ish­ing up high school?
Instead I’m stuck with no “proof of knowl­edge”,
work­ing under a total fool.

I asked my boss what hap­pi­ness was,
and I swear he had a glitch.
He couldn’t help spout­ing com­pany mantras,
and his face began to twitch.

“There are incen­tives, vaca­tion pay,
and ben­e­fits.… Here’s a bonus!“
“I’m sorry honey, I’ve gotta stay.
I wish I could, but they own us.”

And the dis­counts are so amaz­ing,
I can buy nice things for my fam­ily.
And the bosses are glad to see you gaz­ing,
because in the end, you’re work­ing for free.

And my child is my bright­est light,
at the end of everyday’s dark hole.
And when I hold onto him so tight,
I know that work hasn’t taken my soul.

Though it’s not for their lack of try­ing,
it’s surely worked for them before.
But speak the truth, and it’s “quit your cry­ing”,
grow a back­bone, and they’ll show you the door.

It’s funny that they warn every­one about drugs,
and how smok­ing will kill us all.
But no one warns you about the thugs,
run­ning stores in your local mall.

And if I’m com­ing off as whiny,
and entirely full of hate,
it’s because I fell for the lights so shiny,
but that shine hid a ter­ri­ble fate.

If you’re think­ing to your­self, “he’s just mad”,
please know that my every word is true.
And if you’re think­ing to your­self “it can’t be that bad”,
please take these words with you:

Before you grab that appli­ca­tion,
go com­mit a crime and go to jail.
Because a life of incar­cer­a­tion,
is bet­ter than a life in retail.

To cel­e­brate 4/20,
I’m tokin’ as I write,
to see if it makes every­thing bet­ter,
like everyone

Typing’s kind of weird.
My hands look like lit­tle claws.
Muskrat, otter, polar bear,
Klondike bars!

Pizze­ria Pret­zel Com­bos,
A glass of choco­late milk,
a PBJ and Chee­tos
Yeah

Someone’s knock­ing at my door.
Might be the cops.
The sax­o­phone part of that Men At Work song is the shit!

Nap time bitches!
Ben and Jerry’s then nap time bitches!