Knobs and Numbnuts Here’s to all you knobs and numbnuts, Busy, busy doing your chores. With your broad bellies and wide butts, I see you racing through the stores. I see faces lined with worry, Perhaps you’re overworked and tired. Too many deadlines you hurry; Anger is the fuel that is fired. Your column’s filled with less wins than losses; Upon you there are so many demands, What with all your arrogant bosses, And of course your ne’er do well husbands. Yes under the collar you’re hot, You’re sinking under the weight; Disgusted you are with your lot, And your little life you hate. Oh I see your building fury, As from store to store you rush; Hither and dither you scurry, Along the way you barge and push. For you are someone with whom to reckon; You haven’t any time to waste, As to the sales girl you beckon, Demanding of her post haste. Your face now creased in a dark frown, And upon her, yourself you impose; Bitterly to her you talk down, And never, never do you suppose: Perhaps all these wretched dealings, Have driven deeper your ruts - So consider first other’s feelings, All you selfish knobs and numbnuts. Dave MacLennan
Posted on: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 17:07:52 +0000
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