Chewed gum—yuck I can’t get it off my shoe!
How is it that
I always manage to attract these sticky problems?
Just give me the damn phone
Kool-Aid’s fine by the way.
Let me just make this call
My cousin phoned he thinks the world owes him.
Now where is that number?
Oh-here it is
Quite the situation
Really burns my butt
That one, he still can’t get a job let alone walk and chew gum.
Unskilled and unorganized
Vacant, vain, vegetable
Worthless, wallowing, walrus
XY misfit, xenophobe
Zigzagging through life like a zombie—SHIT-it’s busy!
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