Monday Meeting UGH UGH UGH

Monday ugh ugh ugh

Only one day

And I feel I’ve had enough

Why is it so tough

To get through Monday

After 2 days off?

Must have been that meeting

Of blah blah blah

Some people just don’t know when

To shut the fuck up

That speech

We’ve heard it a zillion times

Only the newbies in

Aren’t losing their mind

The rest of us

We sit there quiet

Knowing it’s just a matter

Of getting through it

Don’t quit

Don’t spit

Just get

Through

It

Finally over

We all made it through

Did you see the look on that woman

Who’s new?

Not Faking It

I make it look easy

Makes everyone queasy

Find it hard to see

That’s just the gift bestowed upon me

That’s what God decided I’d be

Just wish he’d made more of me

Make it easier to exist in the world’s sea

Of endless variations with collective conformities

But I can’t conform and not be me

Not give out my gifts extensively

That’s how its supposed to be

That how you live free

That’s living how God expects it to be

Anything else is a sin against the world sea

Of variation in humans intensively

So next time you meet one of me

Expect something different ‘cause that’s what it will be

And when I make it look easy

It is

That just me

Being me

LIVE BY IT!!!!!!

Do you wish you didn’t have to worry about money

Wish every day was filled with plenty

Never changing

Every day sunny

Live in a world of endless milk and honey?

Strike it rich and you may be a happy soul

Truth be told

But later genes won’t be so bold

Old money can suck their souls

Didn’t believe it until I saw

The fate of two whose history was

Birth to death no worries on money

But it wasn’t the land of milk and honey

Those two birds were wacked as hell

Lived in a big house that had a constant smell

Of animal feces strewn all around

No one would work for these ridiculous clowns.

Lack of work turned those souls sick

There’s no other explanation for it

If they had needed to work for money

Their life would have been more sunny.

Instead their life was a documentary

For the rest of us to see

That sick and twisted reality

Of too much money causing insanity.

If they had to work to survive

Like the rest of us normal guys

They may have worried about money

But their life would have been more sunny.

If you do nothing to contribute

Your life may become destitute

Like these two wacked birds

Due to lack of contribution to the herd.

Nature knows who does and who doesn’t

Takes out those who don’t

Nature sends a lesson

To every lazy noncontributing bloke.

So next time you wish you had endless money

Never to work again every day sunny

It’s true it will end your momentary strife

But lack of work will end your life.

So keep up the good work all those who do

It makes life better every day through

Know that money can be a brute

But work tomorrow and money improves

Makes you happy not blue

Regardless of the work you do

Makes you live longer too

That’s the truth!

Live by it!

Dream it LIVE IT!

Keep the faith against all

Who think small

Who believe you will fall

And don’t know how to stand tall.

Everyone never agrees

And some love to spread the disease

Of bringing your dreams to it’s knees

But it’s not the minority you seek to please

It’s only the majority that needs to agree.

If you have creative vision

Don’t let the minority create division

Stand strong like convicted religion

And don’t let minorities define your position.

Hold your dreams tight

Put up a fight

Let insecurities take flight

And keep doing what’s right.

If you feel it in your soul

You don’t need to be told

Whether your dreams will hold

Stand strong and be bold.

That’s the only way

Your dreams will last the days

Work hard and every day

Pay dues you have to pay

Work hard to have your way.

Then you will see

How happy you’ll be

When your dreams are real

Faith and work sealed the deal.

Thereafter you can say

To all those in the negative way

To bad you didn’t stay

And help me on my way

Have anything good to say

Now just get the hell away!

TWO MORE DAYS FOR CASH TO BLOOM

I don’t know where to start

Make sure nothing falls apart

Make me want to fart

And taxes my poor heart.

Week is ending soon

Two more days to work the room

Make giant stacks of cash bloom

Work to avoid financial ruin.

Jump in and swim to stay alive

Don’t jump in I won’t survive

Dreams to goals a constant strive

Towards happier days and bluer skies

Hopes my heart will survive

The stress of being a working guy.

WHY DOES WAITING TAKE SO LONG?!

I can’t stand waiting anymore

Waiting to know whether I will be sore

Or happy when I find out more

It’s affecting me down to the core

I don’t feel like I can take it anymore.

Nervous tension, fear of losing

It would be easier to start snoozing

Or maybe I should start boozing

Damn I’m starting to feel woozy.

Clock ticks by slow at first

Later faster like a ticking bomb

So loud my eardrums might burst

Why does waiting take so long?!

Trying to hang I tell myself I know

That there is only a short time to go

Before I will finally know

Whether things will end high or low.

Sick it’s a Friday that this happened on

I thought I’d be off today to write bird songs

Instead I’m ordered to wait all day to carry on

A high tension high stakes telephone call.

It’s sick and twisted this tense tense life!

Does anyone else have this kind of strife?

How do they continue to survive?

How do they stay alive?

If I win, my day will end with glee

If I lose, I’ll end my day unhappily

Either way before that can be

Clammy hands and insanity

Work a war against me.

But I know that when the time comes

I won’t act like a stupid nervous bum

But a rather a quite intelligent chum

Because there is important work to be done

And I won’t leave anything undone

And will be again the one

That won.

Oh Stinking Monday!

Oh stinking Monday

Definitely not a fun day

Fun goes sinking away

No more play

For five more days.

Alarm sounds off

Time to run don’t stop

Huff and Puff

It’s hard to get up.

Sit and stare

Like a zombie bear

Feels like I don’t care

Looking for something to wear.

Add some caffeine

Now it’s a different scene

Feel like Steve McQueen

On an action movie screen.

Commute away

Gotta get paid

To live you have to pay

No one has a say.

Get there stare at the computer screen

Not what I imagined when I was a teen

Maybe I’ll just scream and make a scene

Forget it time to grab more caffeine.

Work next five days

Cutting deals the American way

No deals cut there’s hell to pay

Work hard to make things go my way.

Oh stinking Monday

Definitely not a fun day

Fun goes sinking away

No more play

For five more days.

Hey God! Are you still peeved about Adam & Eve?

Was the world always this way?

People had to work work work the days away?

Was there a time when everyone just played?

Never had to work on any day?

There is one story of Adam and Eve

Until they had to leave

After God got peeved

That they put on fig leaves.

Did those two blow it for all of us?

Make us work every day instead of rest

Too bad they didn’t try their best

To please God and not get Him pissed.

I think that must be it they did

Because there’s no other example of it

On the lines of the world history trip

Man we all got seriously ripped!

Hey GOD what’s up?

I wasn’t involved in that eating stuff

And isn’t enoughs enough?

Time heals all and all that stuff?

I don’t even think I was related to them

Come from a place from another end

My genes have never been kin

With those people say they come from them.

I guess when you punish it’s for all time

But c’mon what you decided to leave behind

Just because two people peeved your mind

Seems too harsh a sentence for that crime.

Would it really be so rough and tough

To let us all go back to living in the buff

Not have to work or do any bullshit stuff

Live a life again that isn’t so rough?

We’re sorry Ok?

We’re all ready to go back and play

Every night and every day

Promise no apples will make us stray

And we’ll throw all of our clothes away

We’ll all get it right for ever and a day

Make you happy every day.

What’s that you say?

Too much knowledge to return life to that way?

That one apple took all hope forever away?

Can’t go back to those old days

Without disrupting the universe laid

So we all have to continue to pay?

Damn! Oops sorry that’s right you don’t like that one

Ok well maybe things can’t be undone

Can’t go back to live every day with pure fun

Can’t go back to buff in the sun.

But hey could you see your way to assure me a lottery win

Sorry just thought I’d try since I had your attention

Well, ok see you later at the end of life’s last station

But by the way thanks for such a wonderful creation

Of this world that I live in except for the part about the work day situation.

MISERY CAN'T BE SLEPT AWAY..DAMN!

Sleep away sleep away

Every minute of the day

Do you think that’s ok?

Only if you’re in the growing way!

1-2 hours fool that’s all you need

The rest of it must be from smoking weed

And a bad daddy who let you do as you pleased

Get up we don’t have time for you to disagree.

What? We’re just slaves of misery?

I don’t think I really disagree

But we don’t have time to get freed

So get up now we need to leave and get to Steve’s!

First we need to rake the leaves for Steve,

While babysitting Steve’s ridiculous niece

Knock down his hive of deadly bees

Take Bobby, John and Brian to little league

Plant Steve’s 100 acres with peas

Paint all those ugly eaves of Steve’s

And tear down Steve’s lot of sick dead trees.

Steve doesn’t pay much it’s true

But that’s the only work we have to do

Since all the corporations left for Baruu

There haven’t been any other jobs to do!

I miss the days of office work too

I felt much less blue it’s true

But those days are over nube

Those stupid politician fools

Left everyone seriously screwed

When US companies all moved to Baruu.

Hey, maybe we can move to Baruu

Go do the jobs we used to do

What? They’d kill us on site is that true?

Looks like there’s nothing more to do.

Forget it, let’s just go do what we gotta do

Maybe someday life here will improve

In the meantime we have to get on the move

Or we won’t even have Steve’s jobs to do

And then we won’t be able to buy food

And life will get even more seriously crude

So c’mon let’s get moving dude

No, sorry I’m out of weed too.

FRIDAY STUPENDOUS TREMENDOUS

Stupendous fabulous Fridays

Last day of working like a slave

Made it through the week HOORAY!

Now there’s two glorious sunny days

To have fun and play all day

Wash that work week all away.

Didn’t think I could play it through

A week so seriously brutal and cruel

Everyone acting like a fool

Made me feel like a tool

For pretending it was cool.

Moments of insanity bloomed

Thoughts to sprint nude

Yelling and screaming “BALOO!”

Felt at moments like the right thing to do

Luckily I thought twice PHEW!

HURRAH for the weekend!

Bring me back to me again

Letting the good life soak in

Justifying the means to the end.

Life feels fabulous and good again

Not like a punishment for a serious sin

Going to live it up and drink some gin

And spend two days loving life again.

IT’S ONLY WEDNESDAY?!

What day is it today?

Damn only Wednesday?!

Two more days of work pain?!

I think I’m going to go insane!

Work is like a prison scene

Can be intensely obscene

Coworkers evil and mean

Bosses fueling the steam.

People scratching and climbing

Friends made for the designing

Of doing fast high rising

Notes kept in hidden writings.

Work ends and so do those friends

They’re only work friends in the end

Designing and devising to depend

On giving you up to avoid their own end.

Why can’t everyone just chill

And those that need it take a pill

Cause work life shouldn’t be uphill

When it’s what you need to pay the bills.

One day maybe it will end

Friends at work become real friends

Scratching no longer the trend

And work will be better time spent.

In the meantime back to it

There is no simple trick

Not a problem I alone can lick

If I try I’ll get the kick

That’s the truth of it.

Gotta just sit back and take this

Until the day I get the kick

Blamed for someone else’s sh*t.

Or decide to end all of it

By giving my own kick to split

This demons lair job pit.