This is a poem about the little people, the government, and how much i hate tuesdays |
Dear Tuesday I hate you You suck Go die in a hole You know the one The one by the side of the road The one that fills up with water every time it rains The one that makes a big splash when the cars drive by You know the one The hole the man promised to fill But they don't care do they? They don't care about the little side streets They say thats not true But if they cared they would do something They would stop teh cars from speeding down my hill The hill with the holes at the bottom They'd have done something before the car hit my neighbors cat You know the one The gray one We were six And truthfully we're lucky it wasn't us It could have been One day it will be You know the one The day in the future The day where the man will see his broken promises The day where the man will look at the hole in the street The day the man will install a speed bump Or a traffic circle Tuesday this is your fate To lay in the hole The one that reminds us of all that is wrong with the world To lay in that hole And pretend you don't exist Let the world drive over you Splash you Then you will see What it's like to be us Then you will see The pain you bring With each morning that you bring You're evil You deserve that little hole Do not think me mean For I am simply speaking that which is the truth One day you will understand The pain with which you bring Dear Tuesday I hate you You suck Go die in a hole |