Another day, another dollar...
Go figure, but why bother?
Underneath this carbon-copied cover.
The days a little faster with a hangover,
but I never got the chance to thank my mother
for ruining my faith in the four leaf clover.
Two pots of thick, black caffiene from concentrate,
chain smokeing this ironic symbolism... i quit yesterday.
But i really could use another pack,
of these terrible tasting, cheap, knock-off ciggarettes... I quit yesterday
My boss said i should be more productive these days,
but I quit getting the 24 hour subliminal hypnosis channel at my place.
And anyways, this permanently temperary servitude doesnt pay enought to stay awake.
And these first class, white trash, trailor park nightmares have assured me,
that my once thought delusional theory surrrounding an inherited genetic truck driving defect is appearently present in both myself and the father i never met.
Grasped in the unforgiving hands of circumstance, I cashed this weeks check two weeks in advance for a less then slim chance to pay my housepayment, car payment, and electricity.
I had enough for two packs of Tusson and a box of rice crispies.
AND LOOK MOM, NO FOOD!
And I knew ditching class would sooner or later come back to kick me in the ass,
but I never thought it would kill me.
And written on both sides of this barren, deserted, left for dead stretch of international highway, on two wide, bright, bigger then life, neon signs is our motto, "Welcome to America, Where not even leaving is FREE"!
And face it, that twenty five cents a day wont even cover an abortion in Kuwait.
Dumbfounded foundation founded by the foundless, anyways,
another day another dollar.
Go figure but why bother?