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04/27/09 - (1)
Paying My Dues
Ever stumble, headfirst, into one of those bummer Mondays, When all you want to do, after getting dressed, Is get back undressed, all the way down to totally naked,
Tumble, in a blind rush, back into bed, Pull the covers up over your head, snuggle under, And drown into a warm, deep slumber, forgetting everything?
It takes gutsy balls, ballsy guts, to pull the plug on a bum day, Especially lately, what with this shithole economy Zapping jobs, right to left, like flies, with electrified swatters.
Well, I did, two days ago — phoned in sick, with the swine flu. Boss was all too eager to have me "stay put." When I showed up, Tuesday, he wouldn't let me clock in,
Said I posed a "healthy risk," to my fellow workers. And all I did, Monday, was sleep off a mean hangover, Which the both of us knew was the extent of my swine flu.
Now, it's Wednesday. Don't know what to do. I'm fuckin' stuck. Do I press my luck, and show up, or "stay put" And run the risk of my "swine flu" turning into a pink slip?
We've been here before. Boss and I'll patch things up — sorta. 'Course, it'll cost me a Colonel Useless S. Grant, cash in hand, To get my pandemic "cured." Hell of an arm-and-a-leg bender.
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