The Man Upstairs
I have a kickball game later tonight, so I probably won’t be able to do much more in the way of being creative today. So instead I’ll leave you with a little autobiographical ditty I just banged together:
The man upstairs has all the fun,
He does whatever it is that he wants.
There’s no one gets to tell him what to do,
He won’t listen — so just screw you.
There’s nothing to do about it but deal,
And get on with your life without appeal.
And so it goes — day in and day out,
Living with the main upstairs about.
But as I lay in bed at six…
His loud-ass singing makes him kind of a dick.
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