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I owe…
I owe…
It’s off to work I go…
I gotta get paid,
If I wanna get laid…
I owe,
Oh, how much I owe!
I get that paid and laid rhyme, but it’s sort of a stretch to connect getting laid to getting paid.
I mean there are plenty of unemployed and unemployable people getting action. maybe like
Burn the midnight oil
So I don’t eat soil
I need a salary,
Cause I need those calories?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I need payment
cause money’s spent?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I’m fulla woe,
And I need some dough?
I’ve previously heard:
I owe, I owe, it’s off to jail I go
Don’t ever mess with the IRS
I owe! I owe, I owe, I owe!
God damn…
Not sure I like the ABBB rhyme scheme here
sigh. okay. here you go.
roses are red, work makes you scream. my dreams are now dead and i only haz meme.
This is acceptable
Don’t let your dreams just be memes!
Aesthetically, I don’t like ABBB for “Roses are red…”. ABCB is fine, ABBB feels too forceful. And the plurals just turn it into half rhymes anyway. How about :
Roses are red
I used to have dreams
Work is a drag
But I guess I have memes
now it’s just missing an ACAB rhyme scheme
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’ve given up
How about you?
I thought our work song was:
🎶"I owe, I owe, It’s off to work I go!"🎶
Boss makes a dollar,
I make a dime.
That’s why I doo-doo
on company time.
https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Fercris-Hart-1/Boss-Made-a-Dollar-I-Made-a-Dime
Boss made a dollar, I made a dime
That was a rhyme from a simpler time
Now boss makes a thousand and gives me a cent
When I′m an employee who can’t pay my rent
When the boss makes a million and us workers make jack
That′s when I protest and take my life back
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime
That’s why I shit on company time
Boss makes a billion, my prospects are grim
Next company party, I’m gonna eat him
When the boss makes a million and us workers make jack
That′s when we riot and take our lives back
We make a penny, the boss makes fifteen
Guess who′s in line for the guillotine
Boss made a dollar, we made a dime
Til’ we went to his mansion and burned him alive
Based
Roses are red
Democracy is a lie
Fascism is Liberalism, but when white people die
