Low Budget Anarchist
It was a terrible assignment
That's all that I can say,
Luckily it doesn't happen
Each and every day,
Because I'm telling you, if it did
Hellfire would be on call,
I'm a low budget anarchist
When it's said and done, and all.
It was a gol-darned bloody miracle
That I didn't go berserk,
Because I had a premonition
On that night I went to work,
That I'd get the crap assignment
As if it was my turn,
Well, if this is a conspiracy
They've got a lot to learn,
About the possible repercussions
When dealing cards like these,
A lot of players suck it up
And tolerate the squeeze,
But if you're dealing to an anarchist
You better hedge your bets,
They do not suffer fools, my friend
Nor tolerate your debts.
It was a horrible experience
But I managed to survive,
I found a couple comrades
In the dungeons of that dive,
Lurking in the shadows
And offering advice,
They didn't have to do that
They already paid the price,
With broken bones and muscle strains
Torn ligaments and more,
After caring for similar patients
That weigh a hundred kilo's and more.
Fibril_late;
7/14/08
In the Corner
When crap is served once, I can take it
But when it's served twice, I'll complain,
I'll stand up for the others, who were dealt the same cards
And who nearly succumbed to the strain,
They are licking their wounds, in the corner
Dealing hillbilly heroin and horse,
After losing another round of “lift-law” legislation
They are about to tell Nursing; Divorce!
Fibril_late;
7/14/08
Following in that same vein, led me to this declaration.
My Caring Attention
My sympathy stops at 100 kilo's
After that you are on your own,
We'll add up the totals of various parts
Subtracting the cartilage bone,
Compartments or regions that seem to cause trouble
Will vie for my caring attention,
Beyond the weight limit, previously set
There will just be an honorable mention.
I really don't have sympathy for the weight that's beyond
You allowed yourself to get so darned fat,
I have sympathy for the Nurses
With their narcotic-filled purses,
I'm telling you, that's where my sympathy's at.
We're busting our backs, and separating vertebrae
All at your obesity expense,
Surprised we are not
You have no insurance, on the spot,
We're aware, there exists no recompense.
Fibril_late;
7/15/08
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