Matt, I leave it up to you to censor this if you deem it necessary. I feel it works in the context, but this is your blog and you can play FCC if you see fit.
On no, here she comes, the Drama Queen Bet she says something mean Bet she says something nasty Bet she says something quite obscene I hate the feeling she brings with her Awkward, uncomfortable are words to describe her vibe Lazy and useless just a few more Don’t care to hear about your latest score Don’t want to hear your proud comments About your incompetence Or your latest offence It doesn’t make sense why I have to feel so tense In your presence Just my $.02 Would it be so hard to try a little bit Not throw a little fit, be a little snit When the answer isn’t explicit Give up, throw your hands in the air I’m here to cover your derriere Even though I got work from here to there You’re perfecting your lazziez-faire EVEN THOUGH THE ANSWER IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE! You rub everyone quite the wrong way And your personal life is in disarray And you’re never, ever, ever, ever wrong Even so, we could get along If you just picked up your share Carried your load, but beware If it don’t change, and don’t change soon If you don’t buck up, change your tune That house in the neighborhood you abbhor That car you bought you can’t afford Will be gone, bye-bye, out the door Oops, did I strike a chord? Do you feel floored? Or is this something you’ll just ignore? Like other signs from before Well let me reiterate, underscore The situation you’re spiraling towards Pull your weight, carry your load Or find yourself hitting the road
Some background: I have a co-worker who I’m just a little fed up with right now. Just a little 😉
Weed in the Hizzy
It’s been way too long. The Dirty Shoe Funk Trio shall someday return.
Drama Queens
Luckily, my work has very few drama queens right now. There is a former co-worker from about five years ago that I’d like to dedicate “I’m an a—–e” to, merely because he’s not worth my effort to write something interesting…
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Matthew P. Barnson