Yes, you alone,
In the basement framed in stone,
Cold and dark overflowed with Coke,
Waiting for someone to give you a poke.
Yes, I am happy
At my new place of employment.
I'm still dealing with assholes
That I hang up on for enjoyment!
Dunkin' Donuts,
McDonalds,
KFC,
All to be eaten 'round the corner from me.
Yes, we have food,
No more ground up crap
From the Deli that made it up
From 10 day old scrap!
No shitty uniform
To make me insane with grief,
Jeans and a T-shirt,
Ahh, the relief!
So here's to your Holidays
Spent in the store,
Busting your balls
'Cause the grocery loads are a whore.
I'll think about you all
As I sit at my desk,
Donut in each hand,
My gut feeling stretched.
Yes, my job is so hard,
And oh so unfulfilled,
"Which donut today,
Jelly or Boston cream filled?"
Well I must end it here 'cause
My time is at an end,
I gotta do some work,
My poor basement friend.
Keep this in mind
As you work at the Shelf,
Life is a bitch,
Them Loads are hell.
So have a great Holiday as you
Give the customers the slip,
Say "HI" to Shelly as you twist on her tit.