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THE FRONT GATE MESSIAH
THE TOWERS OF QUAYSIDE; NOW THERE'S A REAL JOKE! THEY'LL HIRE MUSLIM TERRORISTS; BUT NO DOWN AND OUT; IN NEED OF A JOB, GIMOKE! THE SUPERVISORS ARE SUPPOSEDLY THERE TO SERVE THE MASSES; BUT THEY ARE CONTENT ON PASSING THE HOURS; SITTING ON THEIR BIG FAT ASSES! TWO MUSLIMS; FATHER AND SON; WHO JUST CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NIGHT TO BE DONE! I WAS STATIONED AT THE FRONT GATE AND BECAUSE OF MY PERSONALITY; THE INCOMING TRAFFIC; WOULD GLADLY, WAIT! ALTHOUGH I WAS FIRED FOR LOVING ANIMALS, AND WEARING A FOREVER SMILE; I HELD MY HEAD UP HIGH; AND WENT OUT WITH LAUGHTER; AND NOT A SIGH! I'M SURE THE RESIDENTS WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS GUARD; WHO THROUGH HIS CARING MANNER; SET THE TOWERS ON FIRE! I'M SURE THE LORD WILL TRUELY BLESS ME; THE FRONT GATE MESSIAH!
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
FOR LOVING CATS, I WAS FIRED FROM A JOB THAT I TRUELY ENJOYED! GO FIGURE! I EARNED THE NICKNAME FRONT GATE MESSIAH BECAUSE THE SUPERVISORS WOULD COME TO ME FOR ANSWERS! THEY SAID SOME PEOPLE CAN WORK THE GATE, BUT TRAVIS; IS THE GATE!
It's Hot Hot Hot!
Soaked in sweat
My head feels like it has been boiled like an egg
I have diarrhea
I don't care any more about this job
It is supposed to be better than this
You have air conditioning for the managers
But they don't want to share it with the workers
I wonder how the sweat shops across the world are doing in this weather
If you work for one of these places you are at the mercy of mother nature
When it is not June, July, or August, you do ok
But this is the time when you are tested
How much crap can I put up with?
But still I am glad I make more than Vietnamese workers
Who only make 2.50 dollars a day
My head feels like it has been boiled like an egg
I have diarrhea
I don't care any more about this job
It is supposed to be better than this
You have air conditioning for the managers
But they don't want to share it with the workers
I wonder how the sweat shops across the world are doing in this weather
If you work for one of these places you are at the mercy of mother nature
When it is not June, July, or August, you do ok
But this is the time when you are tested
How much crap can I put up with?
But still I am glad I make more than Vietnamese workers
Who only make 2.50 dollars a day
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
Another hot day, maybe the planet is heating up.Red Light
Sam
You don't have to turn on the red light
Cause it don't make no difference
You don't have to sell your employees to the night
Sam
You don't have to show that accident sign-in tonight
Cause there's too many injured employees
And the pain is getting too high
Sam
We have had enough bad health care
Told we have to pay for accidents cause by neglect
Pay with our pain and our frustration at a company who sells us out
Sam
You can keep your damn money
We just want a day off
Away from you and your uncaring management and workers
You don't have to turn on the red light
Cause it don't make no difference
You don't have to sell your employees to the night
Sam
You don't have to show that accident sign-in tonight
Cause there's too many injured employees
And the pain is getting too high
Sam
We have had enough bad health care
Told we have to pay for accidents cause by neglect
Pay with our pain and our frustration at a company who sells us out
Sam
You can keep your damn money
We just want a day off
Away from you and your uncaring management and workers
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
I'm sure it is just as frustrating for workers in other fields, wether it be cops or teachers, or just a McDonald's worker. We all feel the neglect of a job that doesn't give us what we need most, respect. This is a parody of Roxanne by The Police.
Enter At Your Own Risk ......
for whom dears to enter the masters house with out a key, shadows well fall upon who dears to take from the masters house, luck well not be on your side for the phenomenon of truth well become lies, the celling of this house is under the skies of the watchful eyes the smell of defeat is not at your side taking my gifts well be your curse! the building blocks for witch I speak are only mine an mind to keep !
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
the moral of the story here is hand off what is not yours .Job Rap
Toasting a bun
Making a pickle run
Could you please
Get me more cheese
They need this today so
Get me more mayo
I got to be careful with the blade so
I'm slicing a tomato
Don't cook that patty too long underneath
Or the old lady will be saying where's the beef?
I'm not getting rich
Cause I'm making a sandwich
Fast food fast food
I'm in the mood
For more and more food
Fast food fast food
Forget about that diet so
I'll make it a combo
Fries Fries
Gotta get more ketchup
Don't forget the soda
I'm eating in my Toyota
Making a pickle run
Could you please
Get me more cheese
They need this today so
Get me more mayo
I got to be careful with the blade so
I'm slicing a tomato
Don't cook that patty too long underneath
Or the old lady will be saying where's the beef?
I'm not getting rich
Cause I'm making a sandwich
Fast food fast food
I'm in the mood
For more and more food
Fast food fast food
Forget about that diet so
I'll make it a combo
Fries Fries
Gotta get more ketchup
Don't forget the soda
I'm eating in my Toyota
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
I used to work at Hardee's from 1988- 1993. I was so disgusted with the job and the low pay I didn't even give a two week notice. I just walked in and placed my uniforms on the counter and left. The average fast food worker will stay on for about four months. I stayed four years and four months.
star beau
been thinking of you
all day
my beautiful angel
you are the most
amazing woman
i am totally
bowled over by you
dreaming of spending
my life with you
was talking
to my mum and dad
today they said
i look a lot happier
just had to smile
you have made me
the happiest
man alive
you touch this
heart deeply into
the soul
in so many ways
just wish that i
could find
the words
to tell you
looking into
the stars tonight
thinking into myself
wishing i was sharing
lying under
the sky
with you
holding your hands
sweet love
smiling as one
a star shines
brightly in
these eyes
is you baby
the most beautiful
woman in my eyes
amazing you
all day
my beautiful angel
you are the most
amazing woman
i am totally
bowled over by you
dreaming of spending
my life with you
was talking
to my mum and dad
today they said
i look a lot happier
just had to smile
you have made me
the happiest
man alive
you touch this
heart deeply into
the soul
in so many ways
just wish that i
could find
the words
to tell you
looking into
the stars tonight
thinking into myself
wishing i was sharing
lying under
the sky
with you
holding your hands
sweet love
smiling as one
a star shines
brightly in
these eyes
is you baby
the most beautiful
woman in my eyes
amazing you
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
dreams of something beautiful
Aching Survival
by Wayne Palesado
Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it's winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.
Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it's winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
The routine of daily labor of the working class.Burnout
Bu-bu-bu Burnout!
Burnin out, burn out, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
Burnin out, burnout, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
It's not just here, it all over the nation
Covid, Ukraine, and run away inflation
We wanted to party and get a little rest
But the workers had already headed out west
So the boss says yes
As for the rest of you
Let's all get to work and do the burnout!
Now I can't even think
And I can't even sleep
All of these hours got me feelin like a creep
But the homeless remind me it could be a lot worse
Even though, I still want to f@#$in curse
It just ain't fair
Well, look over there
Lots of other people doin the burnout!
Burnin out, burn out, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
Burnin out, burnout, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
It's not just here, it all over the nation
Covid, Ukraine, and run away inflation
We wanted to party and get a little rest
But the workers had already headed out west
So the boss says yes
As for the rest of you
Let's all get to work and do the burnout!
Now I can't even think
And I can't even sleep
All of these hours got me feelin like a creep
But the homeless remind me it could be a lot worse
Even though, I still want to f@#$in curse
It just ain't fair
Well, look over there
Lots of other people doin the burnout!
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
A parody of Wipeout by the Fat Boys who did a parody of Wipeout by the Beach Boys.
me and brumby bill
we were up there in the mountains,me and brumby bill. we were cutting for a cocky, we had ourselves a sthil.. sthil a little buety it cuts through wood like cheese ..ahh and the mountain tops were ringing for the sound of falling trees
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Posted: Sep 2009
Post CommentFrozen
I saw this movie
Its name was Frozen
It really scared me you see
It is about the job I work
The worst thing you could do
Is leave someone up on the chairlift after you close
I think that it is a slacker job
Unless you work at the bottom
Those guys really earn their pay
I sit at the top and eat junk food all day
We get free pop, free cocoa too
I make 8.25 an hour
7.20 an hour after taxes
I spend 9 bucks in gas to get there
70 miles of driving that takes about 1 hour and 40 minutes
This is the best part of this job
I love to listen to music
Lady Gaga, 80's music, Black Eyed Peas
Did you see them on the SuperBowl?
So if you want to see a good movie to scare you good
See Frozen
Then go skiing right afterward!
Its name was Frozen
It really scared me you see
It is about the job I work
The worst thing you could do
Is leave someone up on the chairlift after you close
I think that it is a slacker job
Unless you work at the bottom
Those guys really earn their pay
I sit at the top and eat junk food all day
We get free pop, free cocoa too
I make 8.25 an hour
7.20 an hour after taxes
I spend 9 bucks in gas to get there
70 miles of driving that takes about 1 hour and 40 minutes
This is the best part of this job
I love to listen to music
Lady Gaga, 80's music, Black Eyed Peas
Did you see them on the SuperBowl?
So if you want to see a good movie to scare you good
See Frozen
Then go skiing right afterward!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
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