whut it dew y'all
it's ya man
and boy, do i have an adventure for yuuaaahhh!!!!!
(say it like soulja boy did last year, if you remember "crank dat")
these days it seems that the obama cool has taken over me
you know, the swagger, can't-mess-with-me demeanor,
this is the good life
even if the kid next to you is really pissing me off and he knows it
or your pain in the hiney coworker is sloughing off (again)
and the douche hasn't been fired yet
only because the boss man tends to keep a very visible, on-the-side relationship with said individual
am i back in mississippi? not yet, sorry, mister superintendent mane of humphreys county school district
home of super duper dank catfish museum (can i eat here too? damn, that's a biggun')
but seriously, guys, the juice has lost his cool
i'm not talking about oj simpson though i used to date like him (LBP - Life Before Punkin)
rather, my anger comes from not sleeping yet:
one day this one hundred damn percent grind crap will end and i can take an adult vacation
emphasis on adult
a couple of days at home just won't cut it.
it seems that everything frustrates and drives me bonkers like paying bills and
not having any ocean spray cran-blueberry juice to quaff down.
four hours of daily rest over months equals one red-eyed man,
redder than the hog y'all know as my santa fe.
one day i'll sleep.
one day i'll wake up and no one will add to the gray hairs up top.
one day...
til then,
nap time is forthcoming
love peace and afro grease from daddy red dax wave cap can
keep voting for kris allen to be the next american idol
show some love for my hometown of conway, arkansas
hug a goon
i'm out
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