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09/29/08 - (1)
Bruno "Bronco" Sanfilippo's Albatross
Some Mondays (this happens to be one of them), When he comes to slumber's last exit, After sleeping off his weekend debaucheries, And awakens into the awful reality That waking is an 800-pound albatross around his neck
And that before he knows what's happened, Hit him upside the head, pecked off his dick, He'll be roaring out of his driveway, Groping for an opening from his cul-de-sac, Merging with the creepy-crawly death march to work...
Some Mondays, especially when that gigantic albatross Keeps gnawing him, down to his hairy nuts, And he's feeling really rotten enough about his job, Being gassed by the smells leaking from his fucking truck, He swears, this time, he means it: he's quitting, for good.
Only, by five, after his last trip to the landfill, As has been the case with today's sea change of heart, He realizes "I'm one lucky dumb fuck, 'Cause I'm makin' twenty-five bucks an hour, For loadin', haulin', and dumpin' other people's crud."
09/29/08 - (1)
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