This is excluding pets, kids, family and such as for those you would usually do much. This is targeting those lazy arse holes who think they have such lofty goals that you should do all their work, as they sit there and smirk. Do your own damn job or work, you stinking jerk. I let some have it too in a more nice way as I waved them away on cue. But still what do they expect from their own damn neglect?
Oh look at me look at me,
I did everything but click complete at my sea.
Instead I'll waste my time,
Writing out such a chime,
That makes you do it all over once more.
This dumb person needs to be shown the door.
Oh do the same thing you did last year,
On such and such we want to hear.
Same old song and dance,
That they continue to prance.
But what happens once more?
Pfft all they do is ignore.
Months later, did I get that?
Dumb arse needs to be squashed flat.
Seven minutes to go,
Here comes work, oh no!
You do it, not me.
I want to flee.
Doesn't matter if it is seven minutes or hours,
You can't go and smell the flowers,
Until it is done.
So save everyone,
And sit your fat arse down.
You surely take the whiner crown.
Let's waste time,
Because it is such a crime.
If one puts three spaces instead of two
Between the postal code that comes due.
Who is that dumb?
If you are go suck your thumb.
Leave me the hell alone,
Or beat yourself with the phone.
Hmm maybe you already did,
And have nothing under your lid.
With your big fancy title,
I guess it makes you idle.
So you can twiddle your thumb,
Scratch your bum.
Whine about everything in sight,
Because doing ones own work is such a plight.
Pffft so so so moronic indeed.
Those poor fat arses in need.
They can't click a button on their own.
Gasp! The computer might make a scary groan.
Will even steal Blabber's word.
Suck it up buttercup.
Don't act like some butt sniff pup.
If it is your own damn work, do it!
Cease your whining fit.
Or pushing it off on another,
Because oh no it might smother.
Your stupid fat rump.
While you sit like a lump.
Thinking you're oh so great.
When that is hardly ever your fate.
So there was my rant on that which has been festering with the cat. Any direct things will not be said for that could bring dread. So a little vague I will be here at my sea, as some can pound sand with each hand. Or go piss up a rope for they have no hope. The facts are they are better off mowing grass than annoying my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer