659Where's My Money?
- Jan 1, 2006
“Where’s My Money?”
After awaking, I immediately report to work.
My first job carries the title of Chef
Eggs and bacon cooking on the stove
Or cereal pouring into bowls
I change my title quicker than you can blow your nose.
The chauffeur is now what I’ve become
Driving little people to and from
Unfortunately I'm the only one
But even still,
Where’s my money?
Naw, I'm not being funny
Morphing interchangeably between the Tooth Fairy,
Birthday Party Planner
And the Easter Bunny
From the Day Care provider changing diapers
To the Dentist pulling teeth
To the Doctor prescribing medicine for noses sore and runny
I ask again,
Where’s my money?
I’ve become a Fashion Designer
And an Interior Decorator
Not to mention a fabulous Caterer
Oh, don't forget the maid
Often treated like the hired help
Or a glorified slave.
I’ve earned multiple degrees
My fields of mastery are:
General elementary studies,
General junior high studies,
General high school studies.
Anatomy and Physiology,
Reality and Philosophy,
Raising and Teaching,
Banking and Accounting.
So you would think that with my credentials,
They'd pay me my money.
So after all that,
You mean to tell me,
That I don't get paid for this?
Okay that was a memo I obviously missed!
I’ve had it up to here,
You've owed me for years,
Parenting is an ever changing career.
Since this job obviously doesn't pay,
I'll let you know now that upon your 18nth birthday,
My resignation will be handed in.
I'm done with it,
Because I never actually got paid,
I'M REALLY GONNA QUIT!!!!!!
So if you want me to stay
Then I suggest that you make arrangements to pay
Cause the description seems to change by the day
But that’s ok
It’s alright with me
As long as you stop playing
And pay me my money!!!
DEC. 30, 2 K 5"Dreams are the subconscious blueprints of your conscious reality so I encourage you to keep building." --Trinity, 2 K 6
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