A Time To Weep, by IDBB
There is a time to laugh, a time to weep
So the bible says,little peep
Well right now is my time to cry,every tear drop that doesn’t come to dry
I’ve been sitting here for way too long, trying to write the words to this damned song
The words just won’t come out right,I guess I’ll have to use hindsight
I sit here day after day and try to find work
But I end up feeling like a big fat jerk
No experience=no job, is what they all tell me
It’s like having no experience has now become a felony
I guess I"ll sit here,day after worthless day,searching for something that I lost that can’t be found
Until the day,for bills nonpaid,I’m prison-bound
Where I’ll sit in a cell and rot and be assfucked
I guess that’s what happens when from a job you’ve been chucked
Till then I"ll sit here and weep,like Little Bo Peep who lost her precious sheep
And wonder when I’ll find a job,which ain’t likely
Since right now finding a job in retail is just un-cycley
What the hell does that mean, you ask and I reply,“Don’t rightly know”
I’d be better off,buried up to my eyeballs in snow
At least then I’d freeze and get hypothermic and die
At least that’s better than lusting over pie in the sky

