1stcup of java (early in the A.M):
the city budget's busted
the streets are full of pot holes,
the water tastes like rust and
and insecticide. Everyone blames the mayor.
The state is behind on its bills. But no one
will turn their water off
if they don't pay. Oh yeah, and fuck the poor.
They don't need water anyway.
2ndcup of java / first smoke of the day:
the county's controlled by a dictator
with a bigger Napoleon complex
than Kim Jong Il. God Save the Chairman.
Long Live the Chairman. There's no money
for veterans. Plenty for lowering tax rates
on rich lake side property. Oh yeah, and
fuck the renters. They're just white trash.
3rd cup of java / first shot of bourbon
It's too cold to go fishing. Too hot
to build a snow man. No money
to pay city workers overtime
if we get a white Christmas.
if we get a white Christmas.
Fuck Santa Claus. He was laid off
and is now wanted for a string of burglaries.
He should've had the stamina
to make it on his own at the North Pole
rather than illegally crossing the border. And
for all we know, he's a terrorist, since
he never files a flight plan.