July 11, 2003
So I walked in the store
grabbed a sprite
tax was high
so I picked a fight
wasn't right
it was just wrong
but I thought the tax was
too long
argued badly
had some words
outside still arguing with the
birds
got home
starting to drink my sprite
for me it was the end
the end of the night
come to find out
supposed to be my boss
in the confrontation
guess that I lost.
By CHAOS
© Copyright 2003, by James Hall
WOO resident poet
