Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Uninspired Poetry 3

Uninspired: Stress City

My last job, you ask? Oh, why yes, I was sacked.
I was found in the bathroom snorting up smack.
I once threw a steak knife; I kinda did overreact.
Don’t worry, these days I’m popping Prozac
and I did leave my manager relatively intact.