Lottery Won…or take this job and shove it…

They did win the lottery,

Now they don’t anymore have to make pottery,

Telling their boss where to go, that slut,

Stick it to you Santa; you can kiss our respective butts…

No more do we have to listen to your big mouth,

We are going to be finally living where it’s warm, yes in the south,

No longer are we a slave to the time clock,

We don’t have to anymore for you take stock…

So Santa, dear Santa, take your job and shove it,

No, don’t get all flustered; no, don’t have a fit,

There are plenty more of us to work hard and hit,

Thank goodness we can now drop off these pants,

They were always tight; never did they ever anyway fit…

                © ed ~ 12/16/04