Its not as if they will just away melt,

All those fast food stops off the Washington way belt,

Is it true we start to look like our job,

If so I will pay money to have you my job rob…

Won’t find more fun employment,

Unless you look forward to the Iraqi deployment,

There on the desert with too many sergeants,

You will find bliss & permanent enjoyment…

Nothing about this job can be called enjoyment,

Gonna suggest a “Pick on the Boss day of Torment,”

But alas no one listens to me, I do herein lament,

Though I will someday have to karmically pay this back,

In my last days god will make me for this to repent…J

© ed J 11/15/06