Not mine, nor is this anything but fiction...

Yes he does work for the state,
He does so collectin’ fish bait,
Minnows & little fishy’s & like that,
Eat them he doesn’t cause he says they make him fat…

When into his office he must go,
His boss really does work up a blow,
He screams & shouts, his blood pressure does grow,
My friend waits for the day when his pressure blows like a geyser,
Cause, like old Scrooge, he really is a miser…

He dumps the fish in his bosses lap,
And sneaks a few into the assholes cap,
A better job he’d rather get for certain,
So that with this job he can pull down a permanent curtain…
© -ed- 8/22/15