Who’s hungry, I rather starve that eat at Hardee’s, even if they had the last food on the planet. Beefy… I have plenty of beef with Hardee’s and I don’t care what Taco Bell puts in the food if they would hire me and they don’t make me hate them in one day.
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No bones to pick… spineless
Can’t fight or escape
Insanity; their mindless
Pounds of flesh delayed
The sweet sounds of silence
Here I am a slave
Gnashing my teeth… in Hell
I can’t beat the heat
What’s after this, pray tell
Came here willing
For what, my soul to sell
How badly do I need?
To be sandwiched, a rock and the hard place
Am I really so hungry
I don’t want to stay
But I need the money
Yet to neither work nor play
Wouldn’t bother me
My goose is cooked
Better to be a live chicken than a dead duck
But chickens get fried; I look
So am I out of luck
Like it says in the good book
“Duck”
So bite me
And don’t forget to wipe
If this is the way I leave
At least it’s with a pipe
How much shit do you really need
Hardee’s is a lie
Do I have a beef?
The way you treating me
Brother’s gotta eat
But Taco Bell’s less Beefy
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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