all the way back.

back to work, duders.
what a mutha-lickin' hard style, too.
tattbombin',
watching the snow fall,
stayin' late,
missing dinner,
and freezing my A* off of my body.
welcome home?
sure.
i've got a full schedule this week.
plenty of movie check-stackin' suckers
need that electric activation,
and i guess i'm past due to provide it.
neighbors,
i must be getting rickety as well as crotchety,
because after just one little bitty long day
of doo-doo buttery zipzappin',
my fingers are fixin' to fall the F* off.
this calls for some candy beans and cookies, kids.
when the day is done,
and was zero amounts of fun,
and the night is looming ahead as a gaping toothless mouth
dripping it's own icy spittle on your head,
only junk food and eagles' eggs can give me the
necessary nutrients to power on and muscle through,
and seeing as i've got no eagle aeries within reach,
i'll need twice as much junky jauns for my face.
really real life checks like a hockey player;
never quiet, never soft.....