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Typical Day (Lyric) by thepinkbunnyofdoom
Wake up. Roll Over. Fall on Floor.
Stumble into. the shower.
Isnât. it amazing. to be. fucked up. at this hour.
Get to the mirror. take some pills. til the reflection. starts looking
clearer.
Then walk on outside. to find my car.
I parked it last night. so I know it canât be too far.
Get going. For a few minutes. Then its. Stop and go. With these shits.
Its my day. To day. And Every Day. So I goto. Where I work.
My boss. Like your boss. Is a Jerk.
Fucking. The interns. In that backroom.
He calls. his. âofficeâ.
Look over. The memos. File away. My dissent.
Spray it. with disinfectant. Wouldnât. Want that. To spread.
Ran out. of paper clips. So I got the supply closet.
Pull out. A baggie. And lock the door.
Smoke til I donât hate this place anymore.
Spray myself. With pinesol. So I smell pine and minty fresh.
Lunch break. I spend. 20 bucks. On munchies.
Then its off. To met the big cheese.
He says. That I look tired.
I say. You look fat. And Iâm fired.
He laughs. And thinks its funny.
Mister big shot. With all his money.
So he says. Good job. Donât work too hard.
Well thatâs the point. Retard.
So After. I put in. my 8 hours. for nothin.
Its to the bar. To alleviate the pressure.
I get there. And Iâm half drunk.
Bitchin. Bout how my day stunk.
Then its all a blur. Wake up. do over.
Wash. rinse. and repeat. Same as ever.
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