Three Lousy Bucks!A Poem by Randy Johnson
When I got a job, the boss didn't tell me what he would pay.
That low life piece of scum only gave me three dollars a day. That scum sucking dirt bag actually thought that I would love it. Just like the song says, I told him to take that job and shove it. I couldn't even buy a meal for three bucks. He got mad when I told him that he sucks. That S.O.B. black listed me so that I couldn't get another job. When that jerk looked in his safe, he saw that he'd been robbed. What he did made me madder than hell and he soon got the picture. I may be unemployed but at least I'm twenty-five thousand dollars richer.
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StatsAuthorRandy JohnsonTNAboutI was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..Writing
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