I always put poetry but when I’m writing these I feel like its rap.

Its the nine to five pace of my boring ass job

Its the 40 bucks I make for six hours that leaves me feelin robbed

Its the snide look they give me, oh I’m just a waitress.

But its the smartass thoughts like And you’re someone of greatness?

Its misunderstanding that’s why we can’t get along

Your rude attitude that clouds my sense of right and wrong

I’d love to love you, I promise I really would

But you are such a horrible person I don’t think I ever could

I don’t ask much, more coffee, more time, more water?

But as I walk away I see that look you give your daughter

Don’t end up like her, don’t catch yourself waitin tables

Man I’m young enough and this ain’t the only thing I’m capable

Of being big, something worth talking about

My life isn’t about you and the here and now

So get off your high horse, save your breath and learn to listen

Cause when you’re so busy judging me you don’t get to the know the girl you’re missin

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  • VoIP on Oct 6, 2011

    Super!!

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