Meanwhile I got a few missions,
My chosen profession is to prepare telepathic rap commissions
and today one has come in from dolphins and whales who
want a poem about the imminent dangers of cetacean over-population
I'm starting to brainstorm rhymes with krill and tail fins
While I set about doing my main occupation
It's the same one as everyone else has had since the grand awakening
environmental restoration and ecological landscaping
You just got off work, huh?
Another night feeling like the worst one.
You didn't even count your tips yet,
But you can tell that it ain't no big step.
I don't see why you so nice to customers
They're all ****s and low lives.
But don't fight, just keep the lip stiff
And get that money it's the weekend shift.
But why they all gotta be freaks.
Wish they would just eat and leave.
And keep they eyes to theyselves, already insecure, don't need any help.
But you can blame the pride that makes you hold your anger inside,
But deep down you wanna curse them all.
**** off ******* jerk off dirt ball.
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