labor song

this is the day if a holiday
and after you go on in what do you say
sometimes in the street and then cussed at
then make a bad decision and disgusted
after being nice to someone who needed it
thrown in jail, then released, no shit
made happy by friends who knew you
after a night full of shots requested by those who see through
and i knew that i saw you and wanted to, so true
so angry, but then over it so happy
b.l.t. and a group of fiends that play
the soundtrack was so snappy
and i know i made some friends today
but it was worth it will pay the ticket like hands clapping
if it keeps your 401k safe then no problem
i went and saw the problems and solved them
now it is time for a grapefruit shandy
hope fully not too demanding

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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