We Be Too Tired To Work!

We Be Too Tired To Work!

A Poem by wuliheron
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Need Food Stamps For Cannon Fodder, Give Generously.

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We Be Too Tired to Work!~



Hunched over, nose to the grindstone,

Throwing his shoulder to the spinning wheel!

Moses Shouted Out Across the water,

Yowsa Boss We Be too tired to work!

We be so Tired by the end of the day,

We Never Knowd When To Stop!

If It Were Easy As Fishin',

You Could Be A Musician,
If you could make sounds,

Loud... or Mellow...
Get A Second-Hand Guitar,

Chances Are You'll Go Far...
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows!
People see you having fun...

Just A-Lying... In The Sun...
Tell them that you like it this way!
It's the Work That We Avoid,

And We're All Self-employed,
We love to work at nothing all day!

And, We Be Taking Care of Business,

Every day!
Taking care of business,

Every way!
We be taking care of business,

Its All Mine!

Taking care of business and working overtime!

Mercy… Whooo… All Right…

Take good care of my business,

When I'm away Every day.

You get up every morning,

From your Alarm Clock's warning,

Take the 8:15 into the City!

There's A…Whistle Up Above,

And people pushin' People shovin',

And the girls, who try to look pretty!

And, if your train's on time,

You can get to Work by nine,

And, start your Slaving Job,

To Get Your Pay!

If You Ever…... Get Annoyed,

Look At Me I'm Self-employed,

I love to work at nothing all day!

And, We Be Taking Care of Business,

Every Day!

Taking Care of Business...... Every Way!
We Be taking care of Business Its All Mine!
Taking care of Business and working overtime...

Take good care, we be Too Tired to work Ourselves Boss,

Maybe you could Find Somebody Else Who Need Foodstamps?

Velvet Jesus Just Left Chicago, and He’s Bound For New Orleans...

(BTO- Backman, Turner, Overdrive)


© 2018 wuliheron


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Added on December 7, 2018
Last Updated on December 11, 2018

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wuliheron
wuliheron

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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..