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My Job | Head Games with Leah | Life with Hannah | The Misery of a Broken Heart | Greeting Card from Death | Evildorth
(Put your company name in the blank)
While working to free the burden of the hands of management at my employ;
A bird told me my peers were laughing so hard they were busting a gut with joy.
I wanted to be in the clique and get my two cents counted to be a part of the team,
But working long hours at__________ will make my body and checkbook lean.
The laughter was not directed at my sorrow or the dread of the public I see;
It was the tantalizing stress of fearing the melancholy that was coming to me.
Every other Friday can change my mood with the envelope for the hours I complete,
But working long hours at __________will make my dry skin turn to rotted meat.
When a person thinks of the horror of working with bitches that don’t care,
It’s enough to make a sane person with intelligence pull out one’s shinny hair.
The work place has benefits that make you want to kiss the employer’s ass,
But working long hours at __________would drive anybody to smoke grass.
A fortune was promised the day I was hired for “the good of the whole”;
They made me believe I worked in Heaven at this place that’s really a hole.
As I think of what I accepted as truth when I gave my notice at the former job
The realization of lies at __________makes my head hurt and I frequently sob.
Good-bye yellow brick road and lead me quickly to the sign that directs me to hell.
Regardless of the conditions, I have to make a living to support myself and do well.
Offer me a job at another place where I can hold my head high with dignity and pride;
Don’t bull shit me another day with the dreams of __________on this imaginary ride.
I hear the acrimonious glamour of your witty lies as I sit here ready to puke;
There is no truth in the flamboyant words you speak from the trunk with no roots.
Don’t give me more money or added vacation time to visit my family and friends;
Hey __________, don’t give me a damn thing but respect; just let me fly in the wind.
Hey you, I’m talking to you, my pimple headed excuse for an organizational boss
You left me hanging in the dark with unanswered questions and now I really am lost.
Hey you, my poor excuse for a peer, I now am exhausted and I really do not care.
During the next__________ employee meeting tell our manager I rode out on my mare.
It’s time to pass on words of wisdom to fellow employees of the next new group;
I hope you remember my antics, personality, and memories of our lunch time soup.
Keep up the good work and flip off the bastard boss for the good of the company;
Tell the manager of __________to drink warm bladder juice that passes from me.
Head Hugger, Head Mugger, make the memories good for me;
Take my thoughts of misery and cast them deep in the sea.
I see Leah’s hair and her waist and it makes me want more;
Take me now before I sin; keep the lock tight on the door.
Head Leader, Head Reader, make the memories good for me;
Seek out goodness from Leah’s life as it reveals visions I can see.
Leah, “the past is lost to the memories of the life I had with you”;
Bring back the mood I cherish but suppress the time that is blue.
Head Picker, Head Ticker, make the memories good for me;
Help me get my selfish wants of her return from the sea.
The dirty lies told in the past will always make me weep;
They are memories of my Leah that I never wished to keep.
Head Liar, Head Buyer, make the memories good for me;
Help me with the thoughts of Leah and what I need to see.
Take the pain away slowly making sure I find love again;
Make my heart find a new lover who will play to win.
His sweet lover’s name was Hannah and soon she will be his beautiful bride,
As soon as the duty to his country is complete and God willing he does not die.
He is proud of his military service for it’s the obligation to his country he made;
It soon will be over and he will return home since his dues will have been paid.
He will make new obligations to Hannah and plan for a family and a new life;
It will be a pleasure to take off the uniform and make this woman his wife.
Hannah’s sweet voice gives him chills when he thinks about the alluring past
How much longer will the war cause this separation from his love to last?
His longing for her endearing touch makes the day seem much too long;
But he knows the waiting will pay off like the sweet melody of a love song.
The love they have is not circumscribed because their relationship is a boon;
They have endured much adversity and he prays that they will be together soon.
This bond they have for each other has taken years to finally mature;
It is a paragon of relationships and he knows their love will always endure.
He dreams of the years together with children, a new career and home;
His love for Hannah includes years together and grandkids on the roam.
Fate suddenly interrupted his life with an Iraqi insurgent mortar shell;
And the soldier’s death cast the dreams of Hannah into the abyss of hell.
Let me be as the wind blows slowly to cause grains of sand to skip across the beach;
Take hurt away from my life when he returns to cause hate for all that is in my reach.
Love has departed my abode as the memories of laughter and fun fade in my mind;
Thoughts of times when we cried together are myths just like places where we dined.
Violence has evolved into misery as I hide from this emotional hurt that is here for me;
A broken heart and nights of crying myself to sleep hurt just as the wound to my knee.
He’s not a true man as I learned from my association with others I met at the church;
His demeanor and mores changed, but I have to love my son and always put him first.
I have accepted the horror of a relationship with the man I thought God placed me with;
The hurt turns to anger and I have thoughts of his demise as I hold the pistol in my fist.
How can I make the best of my son’s life by preventing him from recognizing the pain?
If I knew the answer to this question, I could tell you when the wind will stir up rain.
My life is ruined and I have little to live for in the future that destiny will not take away;
Goodbye cruel world as I look down the barrel of the pistol to be sure my dues are paid.
Death sent me a greeting card as it reveals its plan for me;
The message was clear, but I could not understand my destiny.
Plans for the future will be put on hold as I wait for Death;
Life is fading and I want more, but Death wants me as his guest.
Give me life, not the end of it, but Death will not grant my wish;
I will not leave the worries with my family or the plans on my wish list.
I will leave my dreams to die with the memories of others I have known
And forget about a new car, new home or even an expensive cell phone.
I have to get ready for eternity since is Death calling my name;
I will forget about love, relationships and the past that is full of shame.
Good-bye to all as I prepare to leave earth for my eternal life;
Will it be full of blessings and love or eternal misery and strife?
The moon on this holiday shines bright in Evildorth tonight;
Shadows from the coffin cause sudden nocturnal fright.
The coffin seems light without a body to make it whole
Evildorth waits on a corpse like a mare waits for the foal.
Men carry body bags while young men carry their ax.
They care nothing about evidence that will reveal all the facts.
The leader points his finger to show the group the way
To a mortal who will be the victim that will soon pay.
The coffin causes young men to be troubled for their lives
And the future makes them wish they had taken a wife.
Residents of Evildorth know of the nocturnal evil work
But they will never interfere with these evil jerks.
Killing people is the work of those men of Evildorth
They murder travelers especially on July the Fourth.
Homicide on holidays is the plan for this bailiwick
And many heads will be opened with an ax or a pick.
When they arrive at the stump of a black cherry tree
The leader looks at the others to determine if they agree.
Then a sharpened ax opens the skull of the victim near the stump;
And the wound reveals an artery spurting blood like a pump.
The life of a stranger is taken like a piece of hanging fruit.
And he is hung in a tree as the crimson fluid soaks the roots.
Remorse is absent and they regret nothing all day.
Death is common in Evildorth especially on holidays.
This city holds a figment of the evil imagination of one’s mind
Since countless travelers are slain on holidays all of the time.
Stay away from Evildorth during holidays when the moon is bright.
I will not go to Evildorth especially on New Year’s Eve night.
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