So I threw the coffee pot instead
and scored a hit right on his head
So of course I was fired right there on the spot
And he didn’t even let me keep the pot.
And now I walk the lonely streets,
At least, thank God, I’ll send some ranting Tweets.
Sending out important Tweets.
Ninja’d!
BIP:
Need to find a place to sleep
and the Hilton Hotel’s price is too steep
“That trash looks soft” * falls in a heap *
of biodegradable Easter Peeps)
So there’s no place on Earth where I can rest?
Not until you’ve cleaned up this mess!
The mission over at the Bowery’s free
A cot and a hot, sounds good to me
By now the area’s all gentrified
Plus, you know, I’ve got my pride.
.
My old girlfriend has a comfy couch.
Almost as good as a kangaroo pouch.
Maybe it’s because my hand is a hook?
Plus, a peg-leg, if you’d bother to look